Rating: 4 stars
As Lorelei and I walked to the pool last week, she sang out: "I see London, I see France, I see Mommy's underpants!"
I stopped in my tracks. Hmm. Was this my first bout with "potty mouth?" Was this "potty mouth?" I wanted to freeze time for a second to ponder it. Since I couldn't find the remote control on Life, I (kindly but firmly) told Lorelei it wasn't a nice thing to say, and not to say it again.
"Sorry, Mommy," she mumbled. "That's okay," I replied. "You didn't know...but now you do."
Flash forward a few days, to bedtime. We're reading Polka Dot Fixes Kindergarten.
|Polka Dot tries to clean up a mess with her runny soap. |
It doesn't work.
Then, on the playground, the not-so-nice little girl's dress tears in back. And then the table is turned, and another kid taunts this girl: "I see London, I see France, I see..." Aha! That's where Lorelei got it from! Lorelei confirmed this with a nod. I pointed out the expression on the little girl's face, as she reacted to this poem being recited at her.
"How do you think she feels?" I asked. "Bad. Sad," was her reply. "Right. If you say that to someone, that is how you are going to make them feel. That's why I didn't want you to say it again."
"Oh. Got it."
It was a good closure to the potty mouth mystery, a happy ending there in Lorelei's bedroom. She learned a valuable lesson I hope she remembers and applies. And in the book, Polka Dot fixes the little girl's dress with duct tape. And, of course, they end up friends.
(Slightly related aside: I went to Catholic school growing up, and my mom would staple our school badges to our shirts and hems when they fell. I smile at the memory. Just like her, sewing is not in my DNA.)