Me: Cats are people spirits trapped in animal bodies.
The Kid: *Brow raise*
Me: Really. Yesterday I watched a cat bothering a bird in the tree in the backyard. I tapped the window ONCE, it looked straight at me. I pointed for it to leave and it did. It looked disgusted with me but it left.
The Kid: Ok
—-Later watching black-ish—-
The Kid: I would love it if Jennifer Lewis was my mom.
Me: She’s bipolar.
The Kid: *Just blinks at me with a carefully blank expression*
Me: *Aghast* Are you KIDDING ME?
The Kid: I didn’t SAY anything.
Me: *Pointing at the door* Even the cat knew what this meant.
Me: Why do you have that dirty bucket in my kitchen sink? The Kid: I’ve been challenged. Me: To what, a dirty bucket duel? The Kid: No mom, the ALS Challenge. Me: Put that bucket back in the garage. The Kid: But why? I have to do the ice water challenge. Me: You will not do a monkey see, monkey do challenge. You want to donate that’s one thing but you will not do that challenge. Why don’t you create a ‘stop shooting at my black skin, challenge’ and share that with your friends? The Kid: *Mumbling & Grumbling* Me: What’s that? Me: What’s that? The Kid: Nothing. ::3 Hours later:: The Kid: Mommie, I wrote a rap.
::It was a rap about the very same thing we had just discussed. Kids listen and they mimic your values. ::