I have a 6 year old.
I can hear the gasps through the Internet.
You are sitting there thinking to yourself, "June! You don't look old enough to have a 6 year old."
You are too kind.
Stop-you are making me blush.
I do have a 6 year old and anyone who is anyone knows that 6 year olds are a breed of their own.
They are too young to send to military school and too smart to know that when you threaten them with military school they know that you are bluffing....
Because all they have to do is smile at you and it is all over.
The memories of them being little babies and smelling so sweet is too fresh in the mind of a mother of a 6 year old that it is virtually impossible to stay mad at them for any offense they may have thrown your way.
But before you know it they are up to something else and by the end of the day you are ready to string them up from their toenails... only to be laughing at them again when they say something witty and profound.
Why does this happen? Why do little people go from being cute and cuddly when they are five to rascally and devilish when they are six?
And where do they get their little sassy mouth from?
I don't talk like that! Honest... I have never turned to my children and said "Yeah, well if you don't let me go first I won't be your friend anymore." and then stick my tongue out at them.
If my children took the time to listen to me they would say things like "Mommy, you are so beautiful." or "Mommy, you look so skinny today!"
Those are the kinds of things that I said to my mom when I was 6 because I was the perfect child. Mhm... perfect.
I never threatened to run away and have my own mother pack my bags and toss me out on the back porch, and I NEVER complained when my mother asked me to go get her something while she napped on the couch only to have her hug me for doing the chore and then smack me in the face for complaining about it.
Nope-I was the perfect 6 year old child and my mother will attest to this... just make sure you ask her after she has had her little nip of wine in the evening.
*It needs to be said that the above picture is not my child. My children are much cuter. I am not going to say who's child this is, but I will say that she gets her sweet disposition from her mother.*