Every kid seems to have the one person they blame things on. It could be a sibling, a friend, an imaginary friend...doesn't matter, as long as it isn't them. When I was a kid, that person was usually my sister Jill. With Anna it's Lady Gaga.
Yesterday my Little Monster was being just that. I had a rough day full of appointments and I wanted to relax while she played in the living room. It didn't work out that way. Anna, as many of you know, has a deep and abiding hate of lampshades. She will destroy any and all lampshades in her path, and the lamp they are attached to if needs be. We replaced our mangled table lamps with two tall floor lamps with thick glass shades. Tim broke one while trying to move it in to place the day we got it, but the other had miraculously stayed in tact for a couple of months. Until last night. Anna broke the lampshade after slamming the lamp against the wall. I talked to her about what she did, etc, and then told Tim what happened when he got home from work. We try to give her the chance to take responsibility for what she has done, so we ask her if she did something and why before she gets disciplined.
That conversation went a little something like this:
Tim: Anna, did you break the lampshade over there?
Anna: Um...
Tim: Anna, who did that?
Anna: ...Gaga. Lady Gaga.
Tim: Lady Gaga broke the lampshade? Are you sure you didn't do that?
Mary: (Stifling a snicker)
Anna: YES. Gaga.
Anna loves her Gaga, but she gets blamed for so much around here. I am convinced that Lady Gaga is her imaginary friend. She asks to color with her, says Gaga is in her crib, and now they break lampshades together. Life with an imaginative child is never dull.
In further news, I have resigned myself to the fact that I probably won't have lamps with lampshades on them for quite some time.
I can't wait to see what Anna and Lady Gaga try to get away with next...
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