Some girls idolize their moms. They believe that no job is too difficult and no challenge too insurmountable for their supermoms. They see their moms as nothing short of heroes who (usually) don't wear capes.
Mabes is not one of those girls.
Last week, I went to a friend's house for Bunco night. (Cue the shock from my family--"But Allison HATES games!" Correction: Allison hates games she doesn't win and has to put up with her siblings' incessant taunting and gloating.) It was a fun night with friends, made even more fun by cupcakes and winning--in that order.
The next morning, Mabes saw my prize of a pitcher, glasses, and colorful reusable ice cubes on the kitchen counter and asked where I got those new "fings." I told her that when I went out with my friends the night before, we played games and I won. Mabes' jaw dropped, her eyes widened, "Wow, Mommy. Dat's really cool. 'Gradulations, Mudder." (Oh, and she's taken to calling me "Mudder" more than Mom or Mommy lately. It's kind of weird. I think I like Mommy better.)
"Thanks, Mabes," I smiled, amused that my accomplishment elicited such an astonished response.
"Wow, Mom, I didn't know you were going to win," she continued.
"Neither did I, Mabes, but I scored lots of points and won."
She went on, arms outstretched in a sort of shrug as she tried to explain, "But, I didn't fink you would win. I just fought you would come in last place. Because you normal don't win, like I do. Just maybe last place. Or maybe almost last place. But I didn't knew you would WIN!"
As if her condescension wasn't bad enough, she continued to repeat the above all.day.long. I'm quite certain that if she knew how to use my phone, she would have called Alisa up and thanked her for letting her sad, losing Mudder win.
Seriously, Mabes? You want to see Mommy win? Name your event. Trivial Pursuit? Jeopardy? Some sort of bee, be it spelling or geography? A foot race? I will mop the floor with you. But then the thought of the neighbors watching in horror as I race my 4-year-old down the street, trash-talking while sprinting, made me realize that maybe I was taking her too seriously. And realize that perhaps my sisters had been secretly coaching her in the art of post-game Allison taunting.
So I guess I need to step up my game-playing skills with her so she doesn't see me as a perpetual loser. I'm not sure how to go about this, as somehow Candyland is rigged so that despite thoroughly shuffling the cards, Mabes always draws the snowflake and I always get the candy cane. Stupid Hasbro.
Monterey revisited
8 years ago
6 comments:
Ahahahahaha. That's my girl! Good thing she didn't see me destroy you in Buzz, or it would really have cemented your reputation in her eyes.
But wait - you really won? You didn't take home the courtesy gift? Hahaha. I challenge my kids to a foot race every now and then. Just to put them in their place. (and also because I figure in a few years I won't win any more)
haha! she is so funny. Glad you won though. It was a fun night, for what I was there for at least. :)
She is hilarious. But it IS good to beat your kids once in a while. I've always thought it was a disservice to give everyone trophies for every sport they've participated in, whether they are winning or not.
Hahahaha!! Loved this post! So funny! So glad that you won! It was so much fun to see you! And to think we get to try it again next month! Oh, and I will be rooting for you! Love ya :)
I'm cracking up! Mudder...
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