It has come to pass that my darling, innocent little girl has all-but mastered the art, and to some a second language, of sarcasm. I've seen a faint glimmer of it from time to time...even as a toddler she'd give me that "OH SURE!" look. This can be a cute, endearing thing in a young child...even soliciate a hardy laugh or two. But yesterday morning, the not-so-pretty side sarcasm reared it's ugly head.
scene one
after a frantic morning of getting ready for the day, mother and daughter shove themselves and their various bags into the car heading off to drop daughter at school.
Mother notices daughter sulking in back.
Melissa: What's Wrong?? What's with the sour-puss face??
Leahness: I'm cold!
Melissa: It's not that cold. Oh! Are your legs cold?
Leahness: YES! These socks are too small, I wanted tights!
Melissa: I'm sorry sweety, all of your tights are dirty and it is supposed to get warmer later, so I thought you'd be OK.
Leahness: OH! SO I GUESS IT'S THE WEATHER'S FAULT I'M COLD HUH?
Melissa: WHAT???
Child exits car without looking back for usual wave goodbye.
and scene.
I'm not sure if that came across as literal as it felt. It just struck me as extremely teenager-esc. Scared the bejeezes outta me! Boy, if that was my glimpse at the teen years yet to come, have I got a tough road ahead.
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