Me: “OK, buckle up so we can go home.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “You can’t make me.”
Me: “Pardon me?”
LMT: “You can’t make me do it – if I’m already doing it.”
Me: “I guess that’s true.”
LMT: “I do things on my own.”
Me: “Yes… Yes you do.”
Me: “OK, buckle up so we can go home.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “You can’t make me.”
Me: “Pardon me?”
LMT: “You can’t make me do it – if I’m already doing it.”
Me: “I guess that’s true.”
LMT: “I do things on my own.”
Me: “Yes… Yes you do.”
Tonight’s tuck-ins began with a giant family cuddle pile in our hotel room.
Sometimes love feels like a bony little elbow in your spleen.
And that’s a good thing.
Wonderful Wife: “Kids, we’re all going to bed. Everyone go to the bathroom right now.”
Danger Monkey, age 8: “I don’t have to go yet.”
Little Miss Thing: “I don’t want to.”
WW: “OK, then Daddy will go first.”
Kids, running: “We’ll go now!”
#ParentingWin