Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Can you walk me to my room?”
Me: “Why? Oh.. You know, it’s OK to be afraid of the dark.”
LMT: “I’m NOT afraid of THE DARK !”
Me: “Oh, sorry.”
LMT: “I’m afraid of the monsters that hide in the dark.”
Me: “Noted.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Can you walk me to my room?”
Me: “Why? Oh.. You know, it’s OK to be afraid of the dark.”
LMT: “I’m NOT afraid of THE DARK !”
Me: “Oh, sorry.”
LMT: “I’m afraid of the monsters that hide in the dark.”
Me: “Noted.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “My favorite word is button.”
Me: “Really? That seems like a strange choice.”
LMT: “When I say button, I can say BUTT and not get into trouble.”
Me: “My work here is done.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Let’s play I Spy.”
My Oldest, age 13: “No. I don’t want to.”
LMT: “Yes!”
Oldest: “No, seriously.”
LMT: “I spy… with my little eye… something that is… black.”
Oldest: “Your soul?”
LMT: “What is a soul? I don’t think I have one.”
Oldest: “This explains a lot.”