Kamryn and I hit rough spots in our relationship every once and awhile. I know it’s to be expected, especially with mothers and daughters. I see a lot of myself in Kamryn’s personality, specifically the argumentative parts. And as much as I hate to admit it, I see a lot of my mom in my personality and my grandma in her personality and so on and so forth.
Yesterday we were meeting some friends for lunch and on the way to the restaurant, I asked Kamryn about her day. She has had a substitute for the last couple of weeks while her teacher is recovering from surgery on her hand so I want to make sure Kamryn is paying attention and doing the things she’s supposed to. She has a tendency to get distracted – *I have no idea where she gets that from*.
She told me they were doing bead math. In my head I pictured them pouring out beads on the table and doing simple addition and subtraction. I asked her how many beads she had and she said “No, not bead math, beat math.” Oooohhhhh, OK. I asked her if they used a drum to pound out the beats. And then all hell broke loose.
“NOT BEAT MATH! YOU ARE SAYING IT WRONG! BEEEEEAAAAAATTTTT!”
I tried to convince her that I was saying it right, and she was not hearingme correctly. Soon, she started to cry and I told her she could show me when we got home to which she screamed, “I CAN’T SHOW YOU AT HOME!”
That was enough. I told her she was being ridiculous, crying for no reason and once we got home she could take a nap like a baby since that was what she was acting like. (Hello pot, this is kettle) She immediately stopped crying and told me she would show me later.
By the time we got home, we had both forgot about the math dispute. Today, however, when we were on our way home from school, the issue resurfaced when I asked Kamryn about her day. Once again they had done frickin’ beat math, and I still don’t have the slightest clue what it is!
I simply replied with an “Ohhhh, I see.” and left it at that. I was watching her in the rear-view mirror and I could see that she wanted to say something, but was biting her tongue. She’s such a smart little girl.
She held it up and said, “Here. What is this? We play with sand toys here.”
I got a huge smile on my face and replied, “It’s the beach. Beach math, huh?”
Fantastic! I still don’t know what the hell it is, but I’ll ask someone else instead.