When your teenager asks for a late snack. Ham, fried eggs, toast and avocado. I might be a food pusher. For the record, she ate almost all of it.
Month: January 2017
Old Fashioned
Me: “Hey! Why are all these clothes thrown everywhere?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “We’re doing a fashion show.”
Me: “Who is WE, exactly?”
(dog walks out of closet, tail wagging, with a bathrobe belt tied around her middle and a bonnet on her head)
LMT: “Me and Sif. I made her beautiful.”
Me: “She was already beautiful. Are you sure she’s having fun?”
(dog wags tail and isn’t trying to leave)
LMT: “She loves her outfit. It’s French.”
Me: “Well, French or not, at least untie that belt and…”
LMT: “No!”
(long pause)
LMT: “Daddy, I don’t think you understand Fashion.”
Me: …
Me: “OK. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
Little Fixer
Danger Monkey, age 10: “Why are there so many dirty dishes?”
Me: “Dishwasher’s broken.”
DM: “What happened?”
Me: “Not sure. The top rack won’t slide out. I spent about 20 minutes on it but it’s still stuck. But don’t worry, kiddo. I’ll find an article on the Internet later and…”
DM: “I fixed it.”
Me: “What?”
DM: “I watched Mom fix it last time that happened.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “Thank you.”
DM: “No problem. Let me know if you need anything else fixed.”
Me: …
Very Vocal Viking 