So, Ms. Kaz had to work late last night. This, of course, meant pizza night for me and my daughter. When I picked her up from daycare, I asked her if she wanted to eat the pizza at a restaurant or at home (knowing full well I’d get the answer I wanted – “restaurant!”). I then asked her where she wanted to go (knowing full well I’d get the answer I wanted – “Sally’s!”).
Well, we missed the first sitting at Sally’s, and I didn’t want to wait an hour for a table, so we wound up at Modern, which isn’t a bad alternative at all.
My daughter did great. She didn’t act up at all, and listened very well. We had great pizza, and we had a lot of fun just talking. It still amazes me that I can have conversations with a 2 1/2 year old. I even taught her how to say Apizza, as we call it here, correctly (A-beetz).
At one point, however, a man in the booth next to us got up to, persumably, use the men’s room. My daughter pointed and said, “That’s a very big man!” The man was a bit overweight and, although I don’t think he heard her, I shushed her and told her not to say that.
“Why?” she asked me. It was then that I realized that she was just being honest and likely proud that she knew something and was able to point it out.
I struggled to find a way to explain that I thought she would understand. I think I mumbled something like, “He’s very tall. You meant he was very tall, right?”
I felt silly, and I don’t think she quite got why she should say it. I realize stuff like this is going to happen more and more, and I am not really sure how to approach it. Anyone successfully dealt with this before?