|Not smiling authentically, but
it’s cool. She’s living her truth.
A new catchphrase has crept into my five year old’s vocabulary:
Me: “Did you pick up your room?” (I know she hasn’t.)
Me: “Are you telling the truth?”
Her: “I’m telling MY truth, Mom. ::: taps chest ::: MY truth.”
And now The Man and I have to work on silencing her truth.
Here’s the weird part: One of my favorite blogger’s talked about her son saying something similar a few days ago on her Facebook page and tonight a parent at kindergarten orientation mentioned his daughter had adopted the phrase too.
You know how the “Today Show” hears about one idiot sending a tweet during a job interview or a group of particularly douchey frat boys butt chugging vodka or something and then they freak out like, “AN APPALLING TREND IS SWEEPING THE NATION?! WHAT IS TO BLAME?!”
I feel like the “Today Show” right now. I would like to find the cause of this “MY truth” linguistic trend and sternly shake my finger at it while lamenting cultural decay. Because it’s very upsetting to be rhetorically hemmed into being in cahoots with The Man. It’s also very difficult to hear that line uttered by an indignant small child without cracking up.
Did Elmo recently start saying this? Or Dora? Is it in a Junie B. Jones book? I want answers. I bet it was Caillou. That bastard.