Never tell your kids you forgot your wallet

My 3 year old has the memory of an elephant (assuming said elephant has a very selective memory).

Today, being the tired, cold-addled, multitasking mother I am, I forgot to put my wallet in my purse when I left the house. We went grocery shopping, at which point I realized I had no money. They had to suspend the transaction so I could go home for my wallet. Not great, but not the end of the world. Except now Madeline won’t stop reminding me with what I can only interpret as a 3-year-old’s version of condescension. Imagine everything that follows is being said with one hand on her hip, and the other being waved at me in an “I can’t believe this is happening” fashion.

“Mom, you didn’t bring your money. The store needs the money for the groceries.”

“Yeah, I know, I forgot, but it’s fine. We have the groceries now”

“But you can’t forget the money, Mom. You can’t.”

“Yeah, but I did, and it’s fine.”

“Mom, you gotta amember the money for the store so you can give ’em the money.”

*sigh* “Yes, I know. I won’t forget next time. You can remind me, ok?”

……an hour later…..

“Mom, you can’t be forgetting the money all the time.”

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