It’s amazing how grown up our kids are one minute and how completely five years old they are the next. Recently Mo’s car needed the tags renewed, I figured she should do it, she needs to know how.
I went over the process with her, what to take, where to go. The entire time she is rolling her eyes, “ I know Mom, I’m not five, I think I can handle this.” Fine, do it yourself big girl.
Mo gets out of school, texts me and says she is going to the house to pick up the paperwork and then heading to the DMV. Awesome, maybe she does have this. Half an hour later I get a phone call from a very pissed off little girl.
“Mom, my insurance card is not in my car.”
“ What did you do with it? Remember, I gave it to you and told you to put it in the glove box?”
“I did, now it’s not there.” Little girl is displaying major attitude here.
“Well obviously Sweetie it never made it to the glove box, if it had, it would be there.”
“Mom, I’m not stupid, I know I put it in there.” Boy is she pretty pissy, like this is my fault.
“I don’t think it made it to the glove box and it got thrown out. There is so much trash in your car, you don’t know what you’re throwing out.”
Then through gritted teeth she says to me, “ I DID NOT THROW IT AWAY.”
“ Whatever Mo, I gotta go, you are going to have to figure this out.”
“ You wanna know how I know I didn’t throw it away? I never clean out my stupid car so nothing gets thrown away.”
This makes me laugh, really hard.
“Fine, laugh if you want Mom, I’m gonna go look again.”
Ten minutes later I get the following text.
Found it, love you Mommy.