|NerdKid hanging out for selfies|
Hubby tried the other night to explain to NerdKid that I do not have to be the primary parent all the time.
ACT I: PatricideH: You're always, "Mom! Mom! Mom!" I know how to do things for you, too. You can ask me, you know.
NK: But there's a reason I always ask her!
H: And what is the reason?
NK: She's smarter than you!
Me (from my office): Don't say that!
H *peeks his head in*: So you're smarter than me, huh?
Me *shrugs*: I mean, well, in some things? Just like you're smarter than me in other things? (Dude, totally reaching there, cos he looks sad.)
NK: She is!
ACT II: Matricide
Me (later): That wasn't very nice to say to your dad.
NK: Well, it was true. I mean, you're old!
Me: OMG, I'm only 43!
NK: That's old, Mom! Which makes you super smart.
Me: o_O Thanks?
NK: I love you.