Some days I just have to hide my laughter. Some days things just work out. When we have to deal with our kids I mean . We all know how kids can have sassy mouths. My kids , of course, are almost perfect. If it just wasn't for their sassy mouths.
This morning we were toodling along going over our History lesson when I noticed my oldest daughter playing with her open pocket knife. Clearing my throat , and not really breaking stride with the lesson, I said, " You really need to put that up before something happens."
She couldn't help it I realize, to stand up for her rights. After all, she's twelve, and knows practically everything there is to know. She HAD to say it. Sarcasm ruled. "Like I've already cut myself 50 million times every time I've played with my knife." Now she has cut herself a few times; but being she's a tomboy, likes to hunt and fish, etc. a pocket knife comes in handy. I allow her to carry it.
I looked back down at our History book and started to read again thinking she had actually listened to me.
Then it happened. I noticed she tucked her thumb quietly into the palm of her hand. Stifling my laughter, I calmly asked, "Did you cut your thumb?" She showed me her slightly bloody thumb. No words had to be spoken. No lectures. No I told you so's.
I don't know why it triggered my giggle button. Maybe it was that 'ut-o' look on her face. Or maybe that look my other daughter was giving her "Mom told you so… Nah, Nah.!" Maybe it was just the fact that her sassy mouth had back- fired on her.
I'll have to think on that the rest of the day. How many times has my sassy mouth back-fired on me? Maybe I'll get a few more laughs walking down memory lane.