Okay, so I don’t talk about my kid that much, and I promise, I’m not going to. That said, this morning I had a prime example of why I’m certain my daughter is going to need therapy when she’s older. Now, from a philosophical standpoint, I understand that all parents—no matter how awesome—mess up their kids. My mother rather famously said “Oh, honey, you’re gonna mess up your kids. Parenting is just damage control.” Thank you Mom.
Right, so my daughter is a huge fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (I think this is some form of punishment, because I really liked My Little Pony when I was young too, but even I have to admit: Friendship is magic is really pretty darn good). Anyhow, her favorite pony is Pinkie Pie.
No wait, I’ve said that wrong.
Well, this morning she came to me with mournful face and handed me her PINKIE PIE!!! doll and said “PINKIE PIE has a boo-boo.”
Humoring my three year old, I took PINKIE PIE!!! and asked “Do you have a boo-boo? Here, let me make it better.” I dramatically kissed PINKIE PIE!!! but then I saw my daughter was briefly distracted, so I decided to embellish. In PINKIE PIE!!!’s voice I said “Oh, thank you. That feels much better.”
My daughter’s head snapped around and glued onto the PINKIE PIE!!! doll. When I handed back the doll, she took it, eyes still ablaze in wonder that PINKIE PIE!!! had talked to Mommy. PINKIE PIE was put in a place of reverence on my daughter’s pillow so she could sleep while my daughter is at preschool today.
Yeah, I can already hear that counseling session: “And my mother made me believe that my dolls were real…”
Oh, and don’t forget to check out Tara’s blog today where she interviewed me!