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That’s My Preschooler, Shouting (Our Business) From the Rooftops

preschooler oversharing

A loose-lipped preschooler can be funny, as long as they're not talking about you. ©patcoelho/stock.xchng

When I pick my daughter up from school I’ll often get questions from her teacher like: “By any chance, are you going to Boston this weekend, bringing one black and one green suitcase, and eating seafood on Saturday night?”

Or, “We were wondering if you really are having twins, because S. has been talking about the two new babies she’s going to take care of and that she saw fuzzy pictures of them.”

Sometimes it’s along the lines of the commentary I heard tonight as we lay in her room at bedtime: “My friend Ami has bugs in her house. They have them on their floors. I guess they don’t clean their floors. We do — sometimes.”

Oversharing — as perfected by a preschooler with absolutely no boundaries.

And most of the time, I am given the opportunity to confirm or deny. Although, half the time, it’s an embarrassing corner to back out of.

Like the time she told all the parents who picked up their kids before I arrived at day care that we were planning to spend Friday night in the hot tub with “everyone” and bringing our drinks in with us. Sounds like a hot party for sure. And I can’t blame the moms who just had to ask about our hot tub social during a preschool birthday party the following morning. They were probably wondering why I wasn’t stumbling in.

Guaranteed they didn’t believe my babbling about the hot tub being for my husband’s therapy after back surgery or that our drinks are water-based. Despite my clarifications, the image remained a wild party with frozen drinks and string bikinis.

That’s OK though, because I know my little loose-lipped preschooler can’t help it. And neither can her friend who asks every women he sees why she doesn’t have a baby in her tummy, because his mommy does.

At this age, they feel free to share what color underwear we (and they) have on. And while we’re at it, do you want to know what my grandma said about my dad’s cooking? Embarrassing stories that make for embarrassing moments.

Why do they do this? Because a preschooler is synonymous with information overload. And they are all too pleased with their ability to recount both the peculiar and the mundane in their world to anyone who will listen.

They thrive on feeding the masses with their fascinating tidbits. In a completely unfiltered way.

But I’m OK with it. Really. Because someday I will probably lose my filter, and tell the cutest stories to her hot date about how she still tucks her childhood lovey bear into bed every night. No really, it’s so cute, you have to come and see it. And then we’ll see who’s excusing who…

Has your child ever regaled an audience with TMI? Do tell.

2 Responses to “That’s My Preschooler, Shouting (Our Business) From the Rooftops”

  1. Lori says:

    Olivia hasn’t yet disclosed any of our personal information (to my knowledge), but we were in the store a few nights ago when a woman walked in and Olivia said, loudly, “That lady has CRAZY hair!” I figured that trying to correct her in any way would just make the conversation last longer, so I ignored it. A few minutes later, the lady was in line behind us. Of course, Olivia said “Oh, there’s that lady with the crazy hair, Mommy!” This time I was at even more of a loss – because her hair really was crazy and there was nothing I could think of to excuse it or Olivia’s comments…

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