Yesterday my toddler absconded (today's ten cent word) with my spatula while I was flipping pancakes. Bright eyed he started marching around the kitchen with his prize.
"Spatula Mommy!" he chanted. I was a little taken aback that he knew that word and prounounced it so perfectly. Matronly pride expanded. He's a very clever boy. No...he's brilliant! How many times has he heard me say that word? I don't recall ever using it in his prescence. He must have a photographic memory! I start to picture him leading a band of pint sized intellectuals, running a hand through his Einstein-esq hair.
Meanwhile...the pancakes are burning.
Ten seconds later he walks up to me and raises the spatula carefully upwards, a sponge he's found on the counter resting on it.
"Mommy? You want crabby patty?"*
Oh.
My child isn't brilliant. He just watches too much TV.
*for all you exemplary mothers out there who don't park your children in front of Nickelodeon at 8:00 a.m. so you can read in bed and extra 20 minutes...a crabby patty is what Sponge Bob flips at his job at the Crusty Crab. If you don't know who Sponge Bob is...well, I can't talk to you anymore.
This Saturday’s Recipes by The Pioneer Woman
4 years ago
