Sunday, October 12, 2008

Happy Birthday to Me!

I asked S.Rube on the way home from our first Thanksgiving dinner tonight whether her and her dad went out shopping today for a gift for me before they went to the auction.
She said, "Yes, but we're not allowed to tell you."
I said, "Oh, c'mon, you can tell me. I'm your mom. and the gift is for me."
She said, "No, mom. I'm not allowed to tell you."
I said, "I'm going to get it tomorrow anyway and then I'll know. What's the difference?"
She said, "Tomorrow is the day after today. That's the difference. You can't know now."
(fuck, when did this kid learn to reason this way?)
I said, "Look, if you don't tell me what you bought me, I'm never ever giving you chocolate chips again." (those are her favourites)

WHAT?? Are you kidding me? No, I didn't. You actually believed that I would say that? Of course I didn't say that. That would be mean and horrible and terribly damaging to the little Rube.
I just thought it.

and then I said, "Wow, S.Rube, that's very impressive. You keep a secret really well. You should be proud of yourself. I'm proud of you for staying true to your word with your dad. He'd be proud too. That's a hard thing to do. Good for you!"


Anonymous said...

Way to go Miss S. Rube....good girl yourself.

And tell your Mom to keep her pants on and wait like everyone else does for their Birthday gifts.


Family Of Five said...

Happy Birthday! Hope it's something good!

I, for one, LOVE white rabbits... said...

well...whaddidya get?

J.Rube said...

Well, he bought me a really beautiful sweater from - expensive and beautiful and complete with little bally dangly thingies that I just didn't dig.
I went back to Coast Mountain Sports and bought a Columbia vest and shirt. :o)

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