When Amelia says "Psy! Peas! Psy! Peas!" over and over again, she's not asking me to turn on the song Gangnam Style by pop music sensation Psy, nor is she looking for the round green vegetable that grows in a pod.
No, Amelia wants to go outside. Ever since she learned outside was a thing, it's the only place she wants to be. She cries, she whines, she points. She brings me her shoes. She whispers "Mama, mama" and gestures to her coat hanging in her closet. Weather be damned, rain or shine Amelia wants out.
This morning, at 7:25am when Chris and the big kids shuffled out the door for school and work and she couldn't go, Amelia lost her damn mind. She hates to be left out, and the poor kid doesn't understand that they would have happily stayed home with her if they could have. I don't think any of them would've even been awake if they had a choice. But words like "cold," and "rainy," and "please-just-let-me-drink-my-coffee" are meaningless to a toddler. I distracted her with breakfast for a while, but when 9 o'clock rolled around and she tromped on over to the door clutching a piece of toast, with her right foot in her left rain boot, crazy hair and dinosaur pajamas, and asked for the umpteenth time "Psy? Peas!" I compromised and took her to the play place in the mall instead.
I'm all for playing outside, even in the rain, but I really didn't feel like sitting out there with her today. Bonus for me- I ran into an old friend from elementary school at the mall, so I got to chat for a bit while Amelia played.
Proof she gets to go 'psy' plenty.