Cops and Toddlers - August 21, 2012

The other day when I opened my daughter’s lunch box I found a very pretty picture of a pink house with purple borders.  My daughter usually favors drawing me with a bunch of colorful spiders surrounding me, drawing spaceships or drawing eyeballs (she loves drawing eyeballs and saying the word always makes her giggle), so this was definitely something new and different.

 

So, I checked her birthmark to make sure she was my kid and asked her about it.  Here’s how the conversation went down:

 

Me: What a lovely picture, Babyface.  Did you draw this at school?

Her: Yeah, uh, I drew it, Mama.

Me: It’s wonderful.  Did your teacher show you how to draw a house like this?

Her: Yeah, uh, I mean, um.  Some other girl drew it…I think.

 

I don’t know where she was finding the gray area here.  Either she drew it or she didn’t.  There’s black and then there’s white.  I investigated further.

 

Me: You think she drew it?  Or, did she draw it?  Or, did you draw it together?

Her: Um, yeah, I, um…I watched her draw it.

Me: Well, that’s nice.  Did she give it to you?

Her: Um, yeah, um, she gave it to me.

 

At this point all eyeball contact has disappeared and she’s trying to deflect the situation by playing with her train.

 

Me: Honey, did she give it to you or did you take it?

Her: She gave it to me.  Um, no, I took it.

Me: Oh no, Honey, why did you take it?

Her: Because I wanted it.

 

The answer seemed acceptable to me, but I was pretty sure I was supposed to teach her this was wrong.

 

Me: Honey, did you ask her for it?

Her: No.

Me: Then, why did you take it?

Her: Because I wanted it.

 

Ruh roh.  I pulled out a picture she drew and loved.  I tried to make her understand the cause and effect of taking something that is not hers.  We did some role-playing and I tried to show her how she would feel if someone took her picture.  We talked about honesty and respecting others.  I gave her the whole, long spiel.  At the end she looked sad.

 

Her: But I didn’t mean to take it, Mama.

Me: That’s okay.  I understand, but I think you should return it to your new friend.  How does that sound?

Her: That sounds good, Mommy (and she gave me a big hug and a kiss).

 

[Enter Father Knows Best theme song here with me gagging in the background]

 

Truth is, I prefer the pictures of eyeballs and spaceships.  I was an eyeball and spaceship kind of girl.  She marches to her own drum.  She doesn’t copy what other kids draw.  She just steals it, if she likes it.

 

  1. I was an eyeballs and spaceships kinda kid too. They make for way more interesting keepsakes than houses and flowers and butterflies. ZOMBIE butterflies, on the other hand, would be all kinds of awesome.

    Comment by The Maven — August 21, 2012 @ 10:25 am
  2. Zombie butterflies with big EYEBALLS :)

    Comment by Mommy Unmuted — August 21, 2012 @ 10:33 am

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