Sometimes, the things we teach our kids end up backfiring.
Case in point, a recent conversation with my daughter. It went something like this:
Me: “Oh, Bobo, I love you to the moon and back.”
Bobo: (Laughing hysterically at this). “Momma, I love you to the stars and back!”
Me: “Oh yeah? I love you to Jupiter and back.”
Bobo: (More fits of laughter ensue, then a pregnant pause.) “What’s Jupiter?”
We take a time out from our verbal tete-a-tete to talk about the planets, where we live, and what some of the other planet names are. In retrospect, teaching Bobo the planet names might not have been a wise idea.
First off, apparently, Pluto is not even a planet anymore.
And hearing the words “I love you to Uranus and back” come out of my 4 year-old’s mouth? Let’s face it, it sounds both funny and disturbing at the same time. Maybe it’s my inner middle schooler, but I giggle every time I recall the conversation.
It’s for this reason, we don’t do the planet names any more. All my kids need to know is that I love them to the moon. Or approximately 238,800 miles. And back.