Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Power Of Like
"Mom, WAKE up!" Curly pleaded with me repeatedly the other morning.
She continued to speak to me in her cute little 3-year-old voice as I continued to pretend I was still asleep, hoping she would let me snooze just a bit longer.
"It is DAY so it's time to waked UP, Mom!" she tried reasoning with me.
I groaned and rolled to face her. "Why do you want me to wake up, Curly? Why can't I just sleep a bit longer?"
"P-cuz I like you, Mom," she answered. How adorable is that?!
I smiled, dragged myself out of the bed and jumped to my feet in front of her with my arms stretched high above my head. "I'm UP!" I proclaimed with an expression of joy which was nothing close to what I felt. And that is where she discovered the power in liking me.
Since then, she has used it as her reasoning for every other thing she does. "I'm following you p-cuz I like you," she told me with a smile as she shadowed me throughout the day. When it came time for dinner, she insisted on the seat beside mine. "I want to sit by Mom p-cuz I like her!" she scolded Hubba. He moved.
I wonder if this would work for me like it's been working for her?
(picture me at a Godiva Chocolatier...)
Godiva Lady: How can I help you?
Me: I'd like 5 pounds of your finest milk chocolate covered nuts, please. For free.
Godiva Lady: Huh?
Me: (smiling sweetly) P-cuz I like you.
Godiva Lady: (pushes the button under the counter to summon security)
Okay, maybe not. But it sure is cute when Curly says it.
I'm certain she's going to grow out of this stage in a blink... but for now, I'm going to enjoy it.
P-cuz it sure is nice to be liked.