I have this belief that if I explain all things to my daughter in an age appropriate manner that will make me a good mom.
I was a very curious child and often, the explanations I got about stuff were lacking, in my young opinion.
So when Annika asks me a question, I always try to answer it honestly.
I’ve really got to start watching what I say around her though. Often, my mindless comments lead to questions that I’d rather not answer just yet.
So last week, as we were driving down S. Lamar I noticed a new bar had opened up and I surmised that it might be a nice place to meet for happy hour drinks with friends. The name of the place is “The Corner Bar,” which I immediately thought was catchy. So I said it aloud. “Ah, The Corner Bar, cute.”
Mistake number one.
“Mama, what’s a corner bar?”
“Well, honey, a bar is a place where grown ups meet together to talk and have a good time. And while they’re there they usually have grown up drinks like beer and wine.”
Mistake number two.
“Doesn’t that sound like fun, honey?”
Mistake number three.
“Yes, mama, can I come with you?”
“Well, no honey, it’s only for grown ups.”
“Mama, I wish I could go to a bar!”