So, my adorable four year old Harper asked his mom yesterday where I went to school. Clemson, of course. I thought he knew. Being as we are in the 'there's always a follow up question stage,' I knew there were more inquiries to come. According to his mom, the next question, "Was Dee a cheerleader at Clemson...." followed immediately by ".... 'cause she looks like a cheerleader."
The first thought in my mid 50 year old brain was, " You Go, Girl! You look like a cheerleader!" But as often is the case, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if this observation really represented good news.
Did my pony tail look as if I had been turning cartwheels? Should I have even been wearing a pony tail at this age? Was my skirt a mite too short yesterday....too tight.....too pleated? Worse, did he catch a glimpse of what he thought were cheerleader bloomers when I leaned down to give Gray a kiss? Was my tee shirt a little tight? Were my converses a little young?
Did Harp think my squeaky vocals were the result of a few too many "1-2-3-4-1-2-3-4-C-L-E-M-S-O-N cheers? Or did he hear me yell at Drew for his 80 on the algebra test and decide that must the voice of a former cheerleader?
One thing I am learning..if this kid thinks it, he says it. He definitely has me on my toes....and has me looking at life from the four year old perspective. His mom says not to worry....all these questions are just a stage and will pass. Not so sure my paranoia will. Love this kid, but just when does he turn five?
Photo Credit to Harper's Mom.....
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