...they have no clue what they're talking about.
Situation: Savannah comes home from piano lessons, sobbing. She was upset that she had struggled with a song that she attempted for the first time.
*sobbing* "I'm just can't do it! I'm just no good at it!! I wish I were big because then I would be married and wouldn't have problems!"
I struggled not to pop her little wonder-bubble in regards to that comment.
Instead I gave her a pep-talk.
Didn't make a dent.
Girl's are so dramatic.
So I asked her why being big and being married would solve all her troubles.
"Because then I wouldn't have to take piano lessons!"
Innocence is bliss I suppose.
A few minutes later.
Me: "Why don't you just go finish up your dinner?"
Savannah breaks down into tears again.
"I don't want to! I wish I were big because then I could eat whatever I want!!"
She obviously doesn't understand anything about puberty and aging metabolisms either.
Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
P.S. If you missed my little escapade with my exploding casserole dish, or if you just need to laugh at me again, you can read all about my special homemaking skills over at MMB today!