A Mommy Story

Driving home from school last Thursday:

Me: (noticing a cut on Cordy’s knee) Cordy, how did you cut your leg?

Cordy: Leg? (pulls up leg to examine it)

Me: Yeah, how did you get the boo-boo on your knee?

Cordy: Boo-boo! (continued to look at the cut, tracing it with her finger)

At this point, I give up trying to get an answer from her and continue driving.

Cordy: Mommy! What letter?

Me: Huh? Do you see a letter somewhere?

Cordy: (very excited) What letter, mommy? What letter?

Me: (confused) Where do you see a letter?

Cordy: V!! It’s a V, mommy!

Me: Where do you see a V? (looking back at her)

Cordy: (pointing to the cut on her leg) It’s a V, mommy!

Me: (now realizing, and no longer enthused with this game) Yes, you’re right, Cordy. The cut on your leg does look like a V.

Forget the fact that she has a somewhat deep cut on her leg. Apparently she’s more interested in the shape it’s in. I go back to driving, wondering exactly where she rates on the 1 to 10 scale of creepy-weird.

Cordy: (again, very excited) What color, mommy?

Me: (not looking back) Oh, Cordy, let’s not play name-the-color-of-our-wounds, OK?

Cordy: (ignoring me, as usual) Mommy, what color?

Me: OK, fine. I give. What color?

Cordy: (practically exploding from her car seat in excitement) It’s RED! A RED V!! I have a red V!

Never mind. I know she’s an 11. Which means she fits right in with Aaron and I.

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Thank you to my fairy laundry godmothers for all of your advice! I’m still working on the stain (two products tried, stain won’t surrender), and will provide a full update soon after I’ve exhausted all available options, or I give up.