Are we going to Ikea?
I’ve done it twice before, I’m doing it now, and I still have to, no get to, do it one more time… I am the mother of a three year old!
Now I don’t know if any of you can identify or not, but in my opinion, three year olds have an amazing ability to say the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over (etc) again!! It’s one of those little things that can get under your skin. (or ‘Right up your nose’ for all you Brits)…
So today, I tried (again) to help Daniel understand that socially, repeating yourself so much wasn’t such a good idea – We were in the car and it went like this…
“Well, kids, you were so good while moma and daddy were at the bank, we’re going to go to Ikea (great indoor play area = big hit)” ~ Moma
“YEAH!!! We’re going to Ikea!!” ~ All the kids
“Moma, are we going to Ikea?” ~ Daniel
“Yes honey, we’re going to Ikea” ~ Moma
“Moma, mOma, moMa, momA – are we going to Ikea? ~ Daniel
“Yes Daniel” ~ Moma
“Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea? Moma, are we going to Ikea?” (Etc ) ~ Daniel
“Are you going to answer him?” ~ Daddy
“I did” ~ Moma
“Moma, are we going to Ikea?” ~ Daniel
“YES! Daniel WE ARE GOING TO IKEA!!! – But if you ask me again the answers will be NO!! Moma already told you yes…I know you’re excited, but when you ask me the same question over and over and over again, it’s frustrating and annoying!! Now, do you understand?” ~ Moma
Daniel ~ “Yes Moma, but, are we going to Ikea?!!!”
Arrrgh!! - But, we went to Ikea anyway...
Hi Amber,
Barb Matthews gave me your website address so I thought I would check it out. I used to be Sharon Matthews and I haven't seen you since you were a young girl. Tell your mom hi for me and drop me an email to let me know how everyone in your family is doing.
Posted by: Sharon Cummins | 08/11/2003 at 11:48 PM
Oh my gosh, that is so funny... My son is 28 months and does the same thing... It drives me insane... I was hoping he would outgrow it by three... guess not huh? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?..... Blessings, Judi
Posted by: Judi | 28/10/2003 at 11:59 AM
Darn, your husband is a cad of the first order for giving the game away. But I do like the Rab C. saying. So he's forgiven.
Posted by: Daisy | 27/10/2003 at 10:35 AM
Yes Daisy, (and you've got me laughing again!)
I have already had the same modification suggested by my husband this evening... I, in fact, was tempted to head in the direction you suggested, but opted for the well-used (in Glasgow anyway) and slightly less (potentially) graphic version of the expression – which now, by your detail explanation, I will be able to use with a clear conscious! (But would still cringe if one of my kids used it in public!!)
Another personal favourite of mine has to be 'Tha really rrrrrips ma knittin' when applying my best Rab C Nesbitt accent. ;)
Posted by: Amber | 27/10/2003 at 01:23 AM
Strictly in the interests of education I should point out that most Brits would in fact say "It’s one of those little things that can get on your tits".
This is perfectly acceptable in polite company since it refers not to the female bosom but to the indigenous Willow Tit - not to be confused with the Marsh Tit - "very similar, and very difficult to tell apart. Indeed, the two were only recognised as separate species at the end of the 19th century.
They both have black caps, sandy-brown upper parts, and buff underparts. The Willow Tit is scruffier looking than the Marsh Tit: it has a duller cap, a large bib, a pale patch on the wing (which is actually formed by pale edges to its secondary and tertial wing feathers), a bull neck, and an untidy notched tail."
Posted by: Daisy | 26/10/2003 at 10:41 PM
:) - yeah Mindy! I trained them from birth! 'You love Ikea...You love Ikea...You love Ikea!!' My poor husband!
Posted by: Amber | 26/10/2003 at 08:44 PM
Funny, it's usually me asking to go to Ikea... : )
Our 3 year old does the same exact thing, only with treats he wants. Mom, can I have a popsicle? Can I have one now? Can I have one NOW? Mom, can I have a Coke? Can Dad have a Coke? Can Logan have a Coke? Can Daphne have a Coke? Do YOU want a COKE? THe answer is always no, but he figures if he hits on a win for someone else, he'll get to take a few sips before he delivers it.
Posted by: Mindy | 26/10/2003 at 05:22 PM