While I was away in NYC last week, Michael and I would play this little game. I would ask him to text me a pic of the kids, and I would reciprocate by sending him a snapshot of what I was doing.
His photos were great (and I posted them all over at babble yesterday), and mine were just OK. At one point, I sent him a photo of myself meeting The Lorax . I made sure to tell him to show Piper. You know, I thought I would impress her, and she would realize what a cool mom I really was.
When I talked to her later in the evening, she confidently told me that the Lorax I met was clearly an imposter. A total fake.
And I asked why. Because obviously, I met THE LORAX, in the flesh.
Her twofold reply:
1. The Lorax is a cartoon. As in, not an actual creature, but a sketch drawn by people. She said (and I quote): clearly mom, you’re not hugging a drawing.
2. The Lorax is short in stature. And mom (and I again quote): That Lorax in that photo is as tall as you. Again, not that is not actual Lorax.
Therefore, my seven year old called my bluff. I met a person wearing a Lorax costume. NOT THE REAL LORAX.
And I learned a valuable lesson that people of her intelligence cannot be impressed by people dressed up in fake Lorax costume.
I wonder what she would think if I told her I met Nick Lachey’s pregnant wife (she has a name, it’s Vanessa, and she’s completely adorable).
Because THAT totally happened, despite the unfortunate lighting situation.