Sometimes it’s easy to forget that I have a little parrot living in the house now. Chelsea overheard me say something last night that turned out to be a little funny in the end.
I was looking around in the kitchen last night for my Stoneware bar pan so that I could pop a pie-plated quiche in the oven on top of it. I couldn’t find the pan though, it wasn’t in the usual place. I was looking all around the kitchen in various cupboards and finally found it in a brand new location. I commented in an amused voice, “Oh, Daddy’s losing his marbles” because of course, I was blaming my husband for forgetting where the bar pan usually is kept. Well, Chelsea – who is never very far away – immediately picked up on that new expression and questioned me about it.
“Marbles? Daddy’s losing his marbles?” Uh oh, I thought. This may not have been the best phrase to teach her at two-and-a-half years of age. I segued the conversation into one about marbles instead of the real meaning of what “losing his marbles” means. But not ten minutes later I heard her playing in the living room. She walked by and said, “I lost my marbles. Just like Daddy!”
Oops. Just wait until she learns what it really means … and mentions it in front of Daddy!