Children make great mirrors. Not just any mirrors either, but those 100x magnifying mirrors that show every pore on your nose, and every bad habit you never knew you had.
My three little girls are always saying things that sound vaguely familiar. I sit scratching my head a moment, wondering where I’ve heard it before, and then realize it was something that came straight out my mouth. Evidently I say, “I’m stuck in the kitchen,” with some regularity. As we know, I’m not much of a cook, so this is mostly just an excuse to get out of doing something less desirable in another part of the house. Like plunging the toilet for example.
A couple weeks ago I was ushering the three littles through a living room tidy. Alice and Juliette were scurrying around the room stuffing toys and remote controls and even used tissues into the storage ottomans we call coffee tables. Celia was no where to be found.
“Celia,” I called, “you need to come help clean up this big big mess.”
“I’m stuck in da kitchen,” she calls back, in pacifier speak.
“You can finish cooking when we’re done here. You need to come NOW!”
“I can’t, mama. I’M STUCK IN DA KITCHEN!”
Finally I get fed up and walk five feet around the corner.
Yup. I’d say that’s a fairly accurate description of the situation.