If you ask my dear daughter, Linnea—almost two—how her diaper is, she will invariably say, “Pretty good,” which means one of two things:
a) her diaper is, indeed, pretty good, or
b) my little sweetie is, quite literally, full of shit.
It seems that from a young age, we are hardwired to kid ourselves, to slip into a lovely state of denial. Linnea doesn’t intend to be deceptive; she simply sees things the way she wants to see them. And don’t we all?
Even though her answers have proven unreliable, I continue to ask, “Linnea, how is your diaper?” It’s adorable to watch her look up at me with her baby blues and say, “Pwiddy goo-od, momm-my! Pwiddy good,” nodding all the while. But I also hope that one of these times, she’ll realize that she may as well fess up—I always find out when she’s carrying around a big load. I’ve got a nose for nonsense. And poopy diapers.
I Want to Know
Is this common toddler behavior?
What do you tend to kid yourself about?