"But, We Didn't Eat At The Pancake Store."

Isn't it funny how children interpret things?  Amanda is really bright and super smart.  Last Saturday I had to go to Lewisville to get my 10,000 mile maintenance check on my car.  The appointment was at 9:00 a.m. and I had to leave the house pretty early.  I had given Amanda the option of staying home or going with me.  After going back and forth several times on what she wanted to do, she finally opted to go with me.

Next door to Lewisville VW is a Cracker Barrel.  When we arrived and got the car checked-in, I asked her if she wanted to go have pancakes for breakfast.  She said yes.  We walked over there and unfortunately the wait was pretty long so I made the command decision not to eat there.  Telling her we were leaving really upset her.  However, we she calmed down pretty quickly after I told her we would go to McDonalds and get something. 

We finally got the car, went to Micky D's, made it home and I layed down to nap.  Being three, Amanda doesn't want to nap so she and Mike drew and cut while I was napping.  That night after I dropped her off with Justin for his time, Mike was telling me about their time together.  He said that she told him all about our trip to the dealership.  How she wanted to go look at the cars, but I told her no because it was too hot outside to be walking around, how the guy gave her a football chocolate that I would only let her eat after she ate some chicken nuggets, but how we didn't eat at the pancake store.  I laughed, I said "I think she meant Cracker Barrel."  I can see how she thought it was a store. 

Isn't it funny what our children retain and then hold us accountable for?  Amanda can tell me about Sadie, the Siberian Husky Justin had when she was little.  She can tell me about our old house.  She reminds me constantly that she wants a playscape for the backyard.  She calls me out when I tell her I will do something and then don't do it or I forget to do it and she knows when we don't eat at the "pancake store." 

I would give her the world if I could.  I feel bad when I don't get her what she wants or I forget to do something for her.  Last week it was putting her "baby songs" back on the iPod so she could listen to them.  But what is funny, when I forget, and I tell her I am sorry, she is truly forgiving.  She says "Okay momma, can I listen to Johnny Cash, or Poker Face or Big Green Tractor?"  I turn the tune on....crank it up...and we jam together.  It really can't get any better than that.