I hope to be raising a Gamma Girl. So far, it’s working. The Girl is nice to most everyone. She likes to be in a leadership role, but if others do not want to play along she’s cool just hanging on her own. She knows a lot, but she is rarely smug about it. We have been very lucky that she has, thus far, been surrounded by other Gammas. That was until today…
Here’s the scene: we are playing around with iTunes and she asks for the song Hot n Cold by Katy Perry. When I start singing it, she gets all irritated (notice I said nice to most everyone-I am not included in that group) and with her best B attitude says,
“mom those aren’t the words.”
“Yes, they are.” (Because, of course I am not mature enough to just let it go-it’s music and for now, at least, I still know more than you-you darn six year old! )
“No, mom (insert Alpha Girl Name here) said they weren’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when we were singing it at recess I sang it like you and she told me I didn’t know what I was talking about that I was singing it wrong.”
Here is where, as heat travels rapidly through my entire body, I say in my head, “calm down, they are six. You must handle this appropriately so you can teach this future woman how to not throttle this girl next time she sees her.”
It didn’t work.
“Well, (Alpha Girl) was wrong. I am right. Here is the song.” (Played on iTunes for her to hear for herself.)
She responded with a very appropriate, “YES” and an accompanying fistpump.
I guess I am not SO okay with Alpha girls. I should work on that.
And pray that my kids doesn’t throttle that girl tomorrow.
Maybe she’ll just have a sing off. Now that would be Awesome.
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