She loves pretending to be someone else.
Which is fine.
And she loves to pretend I’m someone else.
Which is not always so fine.
Like the day I was informed that: “Mom, you’re Maumy, I’m Rhoda and this (a random stuffed animal) is Carson.
“Ok.” I agreed absentmindedly.
“So, Maumy, I’m going to market, can you watch Carson for me?
“Sure!” I agreed even though deep down inside I was really wishing I could just be myself! 🙂
I have been just about every person I know, so if you’re in our life, just know that at least one of us here has probably carried your name for at least 5 minutes. 🙂
That’s not creepy at all, is it? 🙂
Sometimes it’s kinda fun, sometimes it’s tolerable , sometimes it’s stressful and other times it’s downright frustrating!
“Mom! You’re going to be David and I’m going to talk to you.”
“K.” I agreed. I was knee deep in paperwork.
“So David, We are going to make s’mores, do you want one?”
“Ok, do you want chocolate milk or tea with it?”
“No David! Do you want chocolate milk or tea with it?”
“Sure.” I’m trying desperately to make my numbers match.
“MOM!” Do you want chocolate milk or tea with it?!”
“What?! Oh. Tea” What?! S’mores and tea?! That will most definitely not be happening. Not even in the pretend world. “Chocolate milk. I want chocolate milk Kenz.”
“K. David Do you know how to start the campfire?”
“What?” I’m trying to organize all the bills.
“Do you know how to start the campfire?”
“You’re David and you need to talk when I talk to you!”
“Kenz, this really isn’t working. I need to think and I can’t think if I have to talk.”
“Ok, well you can still be David and I’m gonna talk to you but you don’t have to talk to me.”
“Ok.” I agreed. The only part I heard was where she said I wouldn’t have to talk.
I almost answered then remembered that I didn’t have to talk.
“Hey David? We need to get this campfire started. Could you help us out?” She’s standing 2 feet away from me, looking right at me and talking. I was suddenly not sure if this was any better then when I had to talk! The harder I tried to ignore her, the more I heard every word and the harder it was to concentrate!
And now I had a really big dilemma because I could no longer tell her I wasn’t going to participate in this game because… Well, because I already wasn’t required to do anything other then exist!
Thankfully, talking to a mute David wasn’t much fun and she moved on to more exciting thing rather quickly. 🙂