Big Time Doubter
Once upon a time, I forced my child to stand next to cute boys. It is a well-documented sort of abuse that went on that day. Photographic evidence exists.
Thank goodness.
It took a while for Alexis to rewrite history in her head, but she has officially done it. It was probably two weeks ago when she first started telling the tale of the day she met Big Time Rush, but the story had morphed. "Momma, why didn't you let me get their autographs?" was the question that sent my head spinning.
Yeah. Why didn't I do that? I think it might have had to do with the fact that I couldn't really grab a pen out of my purse when I was busy using both hands to keep the kid from running away. I'm pretty sure I have a photo that proves my point, but WHATEVER.
At least I was prepared for tonight's Big Time Problem.
As I sat in the lobby outside of dance class, a familiar bassy beat filled the air. Big Time Rush. The class was tappa-tappa-tapping along to "Love Me Love Me." As the song came to the end, the little girl who still calls me "momma" proudly announced, "I met them this summer!"
"That's really cool!" the teacher replied before starting another song.
Another little voice cut through the room, "No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did," Alexis replied.
"No, you didn't," the other girl repeated.
The teacher silenced the two before they could escalate to a full-blown argument. All was forgotten as they continued practicing the noisiest form of dance. Tappa-tappa-tappa! (Bonus cool points if you know what that's from.)
As class finally ended, Alexis skipped out to me in the waiting area. She actually has two separate classes on Thursdays, so I grabbed her jazz shoes so that she could get ready to go back in for her second class.
"Hold on a second," she said. "Can I borrow your phone?"
"You need to get ready for jazz," I told her.
"Momma, I just need it for a second!" she replied. I had no idea what she was up to, but I am weak after nearly seven years of sleep deprivation. I handed her my phone and watched as she launched the Flickr app and navigated around for a few seconds.
For what it's worth, I had no idea she knew how to use Flickr on my phone. I'm hoping she'll teach me because I very barely use it.
Having found what she was looking for, Alexis shoved the phone out in front of her and walked over to the Big Time Doubter.
"I told you I met them," she bragged as she made the other girl look at the photo she had found.
Never mess with the daughter of a photography-obsessed blogger. She *will* have proof that she's right.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Reader Comments (4)
The thrill of proving someone wrong! Go Alexis!
Just so long as she didn't add "Neener neerer!" at the end.
LOVE it! So glad she thought to show the photo right then and not after the other child had left. Sometimes it just feels great to prove the doubter wrong.
Love it!
smart kid! so thankful she was able to confirm that she doesn't lie.
also, modern technology blows me away.