(at the county fair)
Me: “OK, I told you we could see the rabbits before we go home. Here are the rabbits.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: (squee) “They are so cute!”
Me: “Yes. Very cute.”
LMT: (incoherent giggly talking to rabbit noises)
LMT: “Daddy, do you think these rabbits are pettable?”
Me: “No, Honey. We can’t pet the rabbits.”
LMT: (pets rabbit)
LMT: “Nope. You were wrong.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Why are we taking down all our glasses?”
Me: “Mom’s renovating the kitchen counter tops, so we need to move all the stuff out of here.”
LMT: “Why?”
Me: “So all our stuff doesn’t get dusty.”
LMT: “What are those?’
Me: “Wine glasses.”
LMT: “What are they for?”
Me: “Drinking wine.”
LMT: “Why are they so round?”
Me: “Well, I’m not totally sure, but I read once that the curved shape allows the smell to concentrate, which helps it taste better while you drink it slowly and savor it.”
LMT: “What are those?”
Me: “Champagne flutes.”
LMT: “Why are they so long and straight?”
Me: “I don’t know. Maybe because champagne is bubbly and you tend to just drink small amounts.”
LMT: “What are those?”
Me: “What? Oh, these are shot glasses.”
LMT: “What are those for?”
Me: (long pause)
Me: “These are for when you’re only going to drink a tiny bit because you know it’s not healthy to drink too much alcohol.”
LMT: “I like those. I want to drink out of those.”
Me: “Not ’til college.”
Me: “What’s wrong kiddo? Why aren’t you in bed?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I HATE lightning storms!” (shakes fist)
(lightning crashes)
LMT: (eyes wide) “That lightning happened right when I punched. Did I make it happen?”
Me: “I don’t think that was you.”
LMT: (furiously shaking fist)
(no lightning)
LMT: “OK, I checked. I guess I’m not Mother Nature.”
Very Vocal Viking 