There were a few nice days in a row a couple weeks ago. McKenna decided to partake in her favorite pastime. I like to encourage any activity which gives her fresh air and moves her body in a way she enjoys so I didn’t protest too much. But what is this favorite pastime she enjoys with such a passion?

…riding her scooter around in circles in the back yard

at the speed of light give or take a few nanoseconds 

while wearing full on giant headphones

which are plugged into her iPad

that is balancing precariously on the handlebars of the aforementioned scooter

so she can listen to her book AND work on her fitness simultaneously

…obviously 

Of course, it had started to get cooler and dark so I asked her to come into the house. She fought it as she usually does but eventually complied. I retreated to my room…to likely watch the Taylor Swift movie with Theo…so didn’t notice when she walked to her room with jacket. After wresting the boys to bed and settling in to scroll my night away, I got a text from McKenna.

What on earth is going on? I had a decision to make. I could get out of my cozy bed to see what was going on or I could wait. I wait to see if she would come clean. After three minutes…she spilled the truth.

What. The. Actual…

Now if you’ve been to my house IRL, you will know that her bedroom is not large enough for scootering about. It is the size of a shoe box. Maybe a boot box if I wanted to be generous. As a matter of fact, when we moved her into that bedroom so the boys could share the big room, we had to make a choice:

• twin bed with a dresser
• queen bed without a dresser

We chose the bigger bed but lofted it to create oodles of storage underneath along with a secret hideout. This took up most of her floor space. She has room for the world’s narrowest desk and that’s it. So where she thought she was going to scoot about in her teeny tiny room is beyond me.

This child had the absolute audacity to be mad at ME. See. I never told her that a scooter wasn’t allowed in her bedroom. I actually never even said it wasn’t allowed in the house. So OF COURSE she couldn’t be in trouble for doing something so unbelievably BUDICULOUS…a McKenna original. I reminder her that I also never said she could go to school naked yet she wears clothes every single day. But logic would not prevail.

What am I supposed to do with this child?  

No. Seriously. I’m taking suggestions. She’s too smart for her own good. I’m not sure I will survive until she turns 9 in less than a month much less her teenage years.