I am Mother of the Year. Why you say? Because of this conversation.

Scene: Haas family driving down road going to Walmart. We pass dog races. I look over.

Me: “Honey, we should go to the dog races sometime. We have lived here a year and have never went. That would be fun”

Charlotte’s voice from Back of car: “I want to go the dog races!!”

Me: “You cant go. Your not old enough. You have to be 18.”

Silence.

Charlotte: “OK, when I am eighteen I can go to the dog races.”

DH: “When your 18, Ill take you”

Charlotte: “OK!!”

End Scene.

3 weeks later.

Setting: Charlotte is getting out of the bath tub standing on her bed and I am drying her off.

Me: “Your getting so big!”

Charlotte: “I know, I’m getting bigger!”

Me: “Don’t have any kids for 20 years. That makes you 24. You cannot have kids till your 24.”

Charlotte: “OK, mommy. And then we can go to the dog races!!”

While other girls want ponies and tutus, Charlotte now has a lifelong dream to gamble. Perfect.

~Trisha