Houston, We Have A Stupid Mommy

I'm going to apologize for this upfront, and swear on my cheese rinds that this blog is not turning into some morphed, sadistic Christmas letter where I will go on and on and on about how wonderful and smart my kids are- but I have to share this so you can somewhat experience the humbling sense of awkwardness that was my afternoon today.

Annie's class is doing a theme on space. She's very into space- she has space puzzles, she loves Jack Big Music Show's rendition of Space Explorers and for a while, her favorite planet was Saturn. Today, on the drive home, she asked what we were going to do with the rest of our day. I told her the same old same old--- going home for quiet time, then Mommy has to rally and hide our mess because we have friends coming over for dinner. Then, thinking I was a cool preschool Mommy, I ask her if she wants me to turn our Honda Odyssey into a space ship and take off for a planet.

"What do you think Annie? Want Mommy to press this button here (hazard lights) and take us to Neptune? Or maybe Pluto! What do you think?" I ask.

There is silence from the back seat.

Suddenly, she pipes up- using a tone of voice that suggests I should have known bettter.

"Mom- MIss Patty says Neptune is too close to the sun, and that it gets too hot for us to go there, so I don't want to go to Neptune today. And Pluto is no longer a planet."

I am so totally screwed when she starts learning math.