Now that school is out, the unnamed child and I have been spending more time together, and I have hired her to help me with my furniture business for the summer. When you are 15, and saving for a car, you take work where you can get it. So far it’s been a success — we haven’t even tried to kill each other once (the summer has just started mind you).
The other day, we were talking about stories of when she was little. There was one night when Topher and I were exhausted from work, and we were all going out to dinner. She was around 5 at the time.
We asked her where she wanted to go eat: “That one place that has that stuff I like” she says.
“What place is that?” we asked
“I don’t know that name, but the place that has the stuff I really like.” Hmmm… We had no idea.
This went back and forth for a little while before she started getting frustrated with us, and vice versa, so we asked her to describe what it looked like. “I don’t know, but it’s the STUFF I REALLY LIKE! Wait, I remember!” she yelled.
Great! what is it?
“Valley Swirl” she said.
Topher and I both looked at each other puzzled. What?
“Valley swirl mama, you know valley swirl!”
Unfortunately, I didn’t know.
She just kept repeating it over and over and with this new frustration, tears started flowing as she kept repeating “Valley swirl. I really like their valley swirl…”
So by now we had driven around playing this guessing game for over thirty minutes, and now we had a soon-to-be-hysterical (and hungry) child begging us to remember what Valley Swirl was.
We decided we had enough, and we were just going to go to Applebees when all of the sudden the child screamed STOP THE CAR!!!!
She pointed to a little Asian restaurant we hadn’t been to in months, and she said that was the place.
Completely confused, we went in and grabbed a menu, and she immediately pointed to a picture of crab rangoon.
“There!” she said in an almost gloating voice, “Valley Swirl!”
How in the world this child confused the terms crab rangoon and valley swirl, we had no idea, but at that point we were all so exhausted and hungry we didn’t care. We did, in fact, order a huge order of valley swirl for all of us.
Now of course, today, this is funny to all of us, but that night it was confusing and frustrating for us all. Ten years later, every time we drive by that little restaurant, we all laugh.
Now I’m just trying to convince myself that in another ten years, I will look back on these days with the child telling us we are the most embarrassing and uncool parents on the planet, and think this is funny.
Hmm… I’ll get back to you in ten years.
Speaking of uncool, this headboard was definitely that.
My client that purchased the red dresser a while back was looking for a new headboard. I had this one in storage (purchased along with this dresser a long time ago), and I was ready to bring it back to life (please disregard the awaiting-to-be-started furniture in the background).
I painted it with several coats of grey chalkpaint, distressed it, and coated it in a clear wax. The pictures don’t do it justice. The distressing is much more detailed, but I think it looks so much better! I love all of the carving!
Vintage Grey Headboard
So tell me, am I the only one who has had a major miscommunication with my child? Any crazy stories with your kiddos?
Please share with me in the comments below!
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