Me: “It’s time to go. You were given plenty of warning. Is your room clean?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Yes.”
Me: “Really? You can’t go with me unless your room is truly clean.”
LMT: “It is.”
Me: “For your info, I’m going go check for myself.”
LMT: “Give me a minute.” (Runs upstairs and starts cleaning furiously)
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I will never do chores again in a million years!” (giggling)
Me: “(laughing) Well, then I guess it’s time for a million spankings.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Quick, run for your life!” (giggling)
LMT: “No, wait… run for your BUTT!”
My Wonderful Wife: “I made the dinner, so you kids need to clean up the dishes.”
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I can’t.”
Me: “And why not?”
LMT: “It’s bad for my self esteem.”
Me: “I think I’ll take that risk.”
Very Vocal Viking 