In which The Five-Year-Old is irritatingly wise beyond her years

Vintage Victorian postcard (Image via Squidoo).

Vintage Victorian postcard (Image via Squidoo).

Scene: Mommyo, sleeping in after a rare night out. The Five-Year-Old walks into our bedroom and shakes my shoulder gently (for her). I pretend to keep sleeping, hoping that she’ll give up and go away (like that ever works).

The Five-Year-Old, plaintively: “Mommyo, can you please get up?”

Mommyo, petulantly: “I don’t want to.”

The Five-Year-Old, sagely: “Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.”

Happy New Year, everyone!

About Shala Howell

I spent two decades helping companies like Bell Labs, Juniper Networks, and a genetic testing company that was later acquired by CVS translate some of the world’s most complicated concepts into actionable, understandable English. Now I'm working on a much harder problem -- fostering children’s curiosity and engagement in the scientific, artistic, and linguistic world that surrounds them. The first book in my Caterpickles Parenting Series, What’s That, Mom?, focuses on how to use public art to nurture children’s curiosity in the world around them. My next book, Did Dinosaurs Have Belly Buttons?, is currently planned for release in 2018. In the meantime, you can find me blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, chatting about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.blog, and tweeting about books, writing, science, & things that make me smile at @shalahowell.
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