lost in translation...

I am learning that what you say to your children doesn't always get interpreted the right way. Some things I've grown to expect are the following"

Clean your room translates to sleep in your room

Do the dishes translates to throwing everything on the sink and turning out the kitchen light.

Don't eat before dinner somehow becomes, grab the cookies and make a mad dash to somewhere other than the kitchen.

Today was yet another example of how children process information. Mark had a doctors appointment to look at two stubborn warts on his hand and the bottom of his foot. We have spent the last couple months trying every over the counter remedy known to man with no luck. We knew he was really worried about the possibilities of seeing a doctor and what that would require. Thinking of somehow comforting him I told him that the worse thing that could happen would be he would get a shot. My thinking was he has had shots, he has survived shots and knowing he has had shots would somehow make the whole doctors office experience easier. I knew once he had the shot it didn't matter what else would happen because he wouldn't feel it. He seemed to accept my words of wisdom and go on.

At the doctor's office they announced that they had to remove his little warts. Mark remained calm until they said that they were going to give him a couple shots to numb the area. He started freaking out saying...Mom said that shots would be THE WORST THING in the world (not sure where he got the in the world idea) and he didn't think he'd survive. When the shot part was over, he said to me on the way home, "Mom you were wrong, shots aren't the worst thing, it only hurt for a second, next time don't scare me."