Today was Emma's last day of preschool. Next year she will be homeschooled like the rest of the rug rats around here. I am very excited... she is a little apprehensive.
The problem is that all of the stinkin' little kids in her preschool class are going to Kindergarten next year, at an actual school. Emma is feeling a little gyped.
I tried to explain to her that next year Hope and Aaron will no longer be homeschooled and will be gone all day long so she and I will be able to color and sing and do crafts and cook and bake and play games and learn to read and solve world hunger. She just looked at me and said:
"Not if you are going to use your happy voice. I don't like your happy voice."
I blinked twice, thought to myself that she has become so used to my "mean voice" that she finds my "happy voice" disturbing. I can just picture the phone conversation we will have when she is 36 and says to me, "Well Mother, my therapist says that you never talked to me in a happy voice and I became dependant on your mean voice and that is why I am emotionally constipated."
I asked Emma why she doesn't like my happy voice.
She said, "It creeps me out mom."
I think she is going to be the hardest one to break... damn.