Me: “I love you.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “So what?”
Me: “So, that means you’re my super special girl, and I’ll do anything for you.”
LMT: “You’ll do anything?”
Me: “Yes. Anything.”
LMT: “Will you… buy me all the candy I want?”
Me: “No.”
LMT: (pouts) “I don’t understand love.”
Me: “No one really does.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Can I have apple cider?”
Me: “Wouldn’t you rather have something more substantial? This is the only snack you’ll get before dinner.”
LMT: “I really really really want apple cider!”
Me: “OK, if it’s that important to you, sure. Have cider.”
LMT: (tiny drink) “I can’t drink this.”
Me: “Hey, that’s expensive cider!”
LMT: “I tasted germs.”
Me: “No one can taste germs.”
LMT: “I can. It’s my superpower.”
Me: “You have many amazing powers, but I don’t think that’s one.”
LMT: “It is! It really is.”
Me: “OK, sure. Go play. I’ll drink your cider.”
LMT: (runs off)
Me: (looks sideways at glass of cider) “I’m not drinking that.”
Me: “Here, throw this away.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: (reads the box) “No way! That’s recyclable!”
Me: “Sure, but it’s smeared with a ton of food. No one is going to wash that just so we can recycle it.”
DM: “I will.”
Me: “Really? You will?”
DM: “It’s good for the environment, which you don’t care about.”
DM: (washes box and recycles it)
Me: “You win. You care more about the environment than I do.”
Very Vocal Viking 