I was on phone, when I heard the sobbing. It was Tisha, my soon to be three year old girl. I put down the phone, excusing myself, and rushed to the kids room. (It’s a very good excuse though, to put down phone and save yourself from long boring phone conversations. Oopsie!!! spilled my secret. )
Coming back to my girl, Tisha. She was crying in her room with her hand covering her mouth. She is full on drama, and when she wanted to add some extra special effects to her crying, she would put a hand over her mouth and nod her head slowly, in every possible direction. Even if there will be no tears, she will close her eyes and pretend that she is crying hard.
This time she was really crying(with tears), actually sobbing, with her hand covering her mouth. 😦
I was confused, as to why was she crying? She doesn’t looked hurt. Even boys were asleep in their room. No one to hurt her or tease her. Then why?
So, I asked her.
Me: What happened, Tisha? Why are you crying?
Tisha: I don’t have any pant.
Tisha: I have no pant.
I looked at her cupboard, which was all upside down by the way.
Me: Who created this mess? And what happened to all of your pants?
Tisha: I don’t have any pant. (this time louder)
I picked out a black pant from the mess, which was a neatly foiled clothes rack earlier. By the way, she has more clothes than both of my boys have combined. Still….
Me: You wanna put on this black one?
Tisha: No. I don’t like it.
Me: (Picked another one), You want to try this red one.
Tisha: No. I don’t like it. I want new pant.
(Crying more louder now)
Tisha: I have no clothes. I want new.
She finally agreed to wear one, but only when I promised to buy some new clothes for her. Good thing is that kids forget about promises very soon, bad thing, my girl is growing fast, and soon she will be a three year old lady.
God, help me, and please send some cash next time along with your blessings. 🙂