Getting older

After school when Mia had finished her homework I asked if she would like to go to a park for a while.  It was really too late in the day to have any of our friends meet us there and she was pretty disappointed about that.  Then she put on flip flops and I don't allow her to wear flip flops to playgrounds for safety reasons.  So there were two strikes against her good mood.  It seemed like it had been a good amount of time for her to have gotten shoes and socks on in her bedroom so I went back there to check and see if she needed any help.  She was sitting on the floor looking very defeated.  "What's taking so long?"  I ask.  "We're losing valuable play time at the park."  

"I can't get my socks on right!"  She whines.  "I never learned.  No one EVER taught me how to put my socks on right and now I don't know!  I AM A SIX YEAR OLD WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PUT HER SOCKS ON!!"  She is now wailing.  I cradle her in my lap and pet her sweet little head.  "It's okay."  I tell her.  "I'll teach you how to put your socks on."  It had never occurred to me that she didn't know how to do this.  She had put her own socks and shoes on lots of times.  I showed her how to line up the line across her toes and the different color that goes around your heel.  She seemed to feel better now that she finally knew how to put her socks on properly.  She calmed down and we went on to the park.  Which I might add, was a supreme success.  We have found a new park that has fun/safe stuff for both big kids and little dudes like Lennon.  I do think Mia has inherited my flare for the dramatic though.  Hmm...I think she got a fair share more brains though, so it should be okay.  :)