October 6, 2010 3 Comments
We are now at that delightful “Favorites” phase of preschooler-hood. The one where it REALLY matters what one’s favorite color, food, superhero character, fruit, car, etc all are. You get the picture. Easy, fun phase to share with my growing child, right?
WRONG! Because guess what? Now that he knows about favorites, he wants to know all about what mine are! And friends, that is a problem. Because this one here, the one whose words you’re reading (and thank you for that by the way, it does not go unnoticed or unappreciated!), has recently realized that she has major committment issues. And yes, those issues apply to something as trivial as choosing a favorite color. I mean, what if a better one comes strolling along one day, and I’ve already tethered myself to YELLOW? Or worse, what if the anxiety rising in my throat as he keeps asking me repeatedly “What color, mama, What color?! Mama? What COLORRRRRRRR??” drives me to choose that pukey shade of green?
So for that reason, I’ve chosen to stop choosing a favorite ANYTHING. You know, in case something better comes along. Exceptions:
- My husband: I married him. So yeah. He gets to be my favorite husband.
- My kid: Yeah, no-brainer.
- Brad Pitt: Obvious.
- All of you: My favorite blog readers. BBRFs (Best Blog Reader Friends)
And now I shall stop spewing noise into the universe, and go eat my favorite snack! (Which is…. I seriously have no clue)