Why can’t they stay 4 years old forever?

This evening, after I picked the kids up from day care, I was heating up dinner, and Anna started talking about wishing she had a pony.  I told her I thought most little girls wished they could have a pony.  She then told me that if she could find a genie, she could have all the wishes she wanted.  I don’t have any idea where she heard about genies, but they seem to find out about such things despite my best efforts.

So, I asked her if she would be willing to share her genie with me if she happened to find one.

“Sure, Mommy.  What would you wish for?”

“I would wish for my little girl to grow up to be happy and healthy, and smart AND wise.”

She thought for a couple of minutes, then she replied,

“I wish we could be best friends forever!”

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_I_ wish I had that recorded so I could play it back for her when she’s 14 years old, running to her room, slamming her door, and yelling, “I hate you, Mom!”

4 Responses to “Why can’t they stay 4 years old forever?”

  1. Nicki says:

    Sure, make me cry at work. Anna is so sweet I can’t imagine her ever being a petulant teenager, but I guess it happens to the best of us. They probably saw Aladdin at school or daycare, which prominently features that wacko genie.

  2. Charlie's mom says:

    Hi- This blog was worth waiting for! My little girl ventured downstairs, twice today. O.K. she was chasing a string I was pulling. All is well with my “little ones”.

  3. Joe says:

    Anna does that occasionally – pull our heartstrings by saying something really loving and really wonderful. Then she’s the princess again. Children are a blessing and a curse, and I can’t help but adore Anna even when I’m mad at her. Will doesn’t have the “cute” effect yet, he tries to show affection through humor – his dad gets it as he is the same way, but I don’t think it works on the mama.

  4. Trish says:

    Billie,

    Please send Anna to us to teach the B these things. She is too sweet.
    Of course I live in a world where my daughter thinks it is funny to spit a cold drink down my shirt and my son (who I have always been super close with) feels like I “have him on a leash” and “I just don’t get it”

    Wanna trade?