I think Natalie watches too much Spongebob.
Why do I think this?
Because she believes this is actual writing:
As in, it says actual words since it’s depicted like that in the show.
The other day Natalie scribbled this out and handed it to me.
“This is lovely,” I said, because it’s easier to tell children that what they create is lovely even though you may have no idea what they’ve just given you.
“Read it back to me,” Natalie replied sweetly.
I looked at the swirls in confusion. “Well darling, I can’t, because this says nothing.”
Natalie was immediately insulted. Her jaw even dropped open. She’d fit right in with those Real Housewives. “Yes, it does!”
I shut my eyes for a few seconds. Clearly it was going to be one of those days.
“Natalie,” I said, opening my eyes. “This is a bunch of scribbling. It doesn’t say anything.”
Natalie stomped her foot down. “Yes, it does!”
Oh man, I was going to need an extra Diet Coke.
“What do you think it says?” I tried a different tactic.
“It says,” Natalie said primly, pressing her fingertip along the gibberish. “I love you and I want some grapes.”
“Actually, it doesn’t. If you’d like me write that out for you so you could see—”
“IT SAYS I LOVE YOU AND I WANT SOME GRAPES!”
“You know what, Natalie? It does say that. My bad.”
So fine. I’m a bad mother. She’s going to go into Kindergarten, scribble something out and insist that she’s written something legible.