Me: “No!”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “What?”
Me: “There is no such thing as doing Trust Falls backward off the couch and onto the dogs.”
(long pause)
LMT: “You’re no fun.” (climbs down)
Me: “No!”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “What?”
Me: “There is no such thing as doing Trust Falls backward off the couch and onto the dogs.”
(long pause)
LMT: “You’re no fun.” (climbs down)
Me: “Time for tuck-in.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “You have to tell me a story.”
Me: “I don’t think we have time tonight, kiddo. It’s very late and…”
LMT: “YOU HAVE TO.”
Me: “Come on, now. I’m sure you can get to sleep without a story. It’s super late and we’ve had a big, big day. Extra snuggles and a squeeze for you. There we go. Nighty-night, Honey.”
(long pause)
LMT: “I’ll wake up Mom if I have to.”
(long pause)
Me: “How about three little pigs?”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Daddy, I just drew a portrait of Mama from my notepad. Do you want me to draw you, too?”
Me: “Of course! That sounds delightful.”
(perches on couch, staring at me)
(pencil scratching noises)
LMT: “No, that’s no good. It doesn’t even look like you.”
(crumples paper, throws on floor)
(pencil scratching noises)
LMT: “Nope. I hate this one.”
(crumples paper, throws on floor)
(pencil scratching noises)
LMT: “Here you go! Looks just like you!”
(hands me drawing)
Me: “Awww, honey that’s perfect. It looks just like me.”
LMT: “You can have it. Hang it up wherever you want.”
Me: “Thanks.”
