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It's So Hard Being Six


I made a hurried lunch for the kids this afternoon, peanut butter and honey sandwiches with a side of animal crackers.  Tucker and Piper were my not so helpful helpers, doing more goofing around than helping.

I had propped the front door open for Avery so that she could get in without help as soon as she got off the bus.  I sat down to eat my lunch and I heard the bus pull up.

"Avery!"  Tucker yelled out the door.  "We're having peanut butter and meat sandwiches!  And animal crackers!"  
"Peanut butter and meat?!"  I heard her yell back, I'm sure still within ear shot of the bus driver.  I do wonder what the driver thinks of us.

They sat down to scarf down their food and Avery started in about how terribly sad she was to not be able to see her teacher for a very long time. Spring break is coming up and there's nothing worse in her world than not being able to be at school.

"I'll miss her sooo much!"  she whined.
"I'll miss her sooo much!"  Tucker said.
"Stop copying me, Tucker!"  she yelled.
"Stop copying me, Tucker!"  he said right back.

Ah, the age of playing copy cat.  I'm sure she was the one to teach him that in the first place.

The kids unloaded the dishwasher after lunch, Milo throwing the silverware into the drawer, Piper stacking the cups on the counter, Tucker putting the cups from the counter into the cupboard and Avery putting the silverware in the correct place after Milo chucks it in there.  Avery held up a sharp knife and gasped.

"Ooooh!"  she said, sarcastically.  "A sharp knife!  Yikes!"  
"Put that away before you hurt yourself." I said, concentrating on getting the rest of Milo's sandwich that was now stuck to the floor after Piper stepped on it.

I heard her carry on, exclaiming over the knife but was lost in my sandwich mission to notice what she was doing.

"Owww!"  she started to cry.

I looked up.  Blood was running down her finger.  Fantastic.

"Do you understand why I told you not to play with it?"  I asked.

Earlier this week, I lit a new candle on the kitchen counter as I cleaned.  Piper started to sing Happy Birthday and Tucker stood timidly away from it.  Avery asked 110 questions about the candle. I gave clear instructions not to go near the candle or to blow it out.

I turned my back and heard a little gasp.  The candle was blown out and the suspect wasn't who I thought it would be.  It was Avery.

She burst into tears.

"I accidentally blew out the candle!"  she cried, running over to me and throwing her arms around me.  "I'm sorry, Mom!  It's just so hard being six!"  

 I'm sure it is.

I just received word that Piper colored on Milo's back with a pen.  I need to go investigate.

The information I received was correct.  Here is the evidence.



That's a guilty face if I've ever seen one.

Note to self:  put a shirt back on your baby after you take the drenched one off and keep pens out of reach from the two year old artist in the house.

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