So, something happened the other day that I must tell you about. I’m hoping the response will not be, “You are such and idiot and do not deserve children.” I’m hoping it will be more like, “Oh, DUDE. That’s nothing. Here’s my story.”
On Sunday, before we put together NikkiZ’s room, MrZ was hanging the curtain rod so that I could pin the curtains to the right length. I had the unfinished panels in my lap and thinking, “Well – I could trim the extra fabric while I wait.” So – what did I do?
“Hey. NikkiZ. Go get Mama’s scissors next to her sewing machine.”
Wait. It gets worse.
When she came into the room with a pair of scissors. Did the image of my toddler carrying scissors remind me how toddlers should not carry scissors? No. All I thought was, those are the wrong scissors. So – I said, “No. Not those, the other ones.” At that point MrZ tuned in and turned around and reacted like a normal parent would. He grabbed the scissors out of her hand and exclaimed, “No! No! We don’t carry scissors, only let Mommy or Daddy do that.”
Then it hit me. Shit. I just kinda told my toddler to run with scissors.
MrZ obviously missed the entire exchange because he kept reinforcing the point to her how dangerous it is that she carry scissors. I kinda just wanted to leave it at that and be all, “Yeah! What he said!” But – I didn’t. I stopped him and said, “Um. I’m sorry. I told her to do that. I wasn’t thinking.”
Now that I’ve made myself look like a total idiot, let me give a little bit of an explanation: I forget how young NikkiZ is sometimes. She has developed such conversational skills (although I sometimes don’t understand her) and she helps me do so much (vacuum, dusting, cooking) that I often forget she’s only two. For a split second I just thought, “Here’s another task she can help me with and she loves to help!”
It’s a good thing I wasn’t needing the chainsaw for anything. Jeezus.