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?”
Wonderful Wife: “You need to be totally ready for the bus in five minutes. You don’t want to miss the bus on the first day of school.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “But, I AM totally ready.”
WW: “No, you’re not. Now go finish getting ready.”
LMT: “I AM READY!”
(long pause)
WW: “I recommend shoes and socks.”
LMT: (looks at bare feet)
LMT: “Oh, yeah.”
(runs off)
(at county fair)
Me: “Here, shake some salt on Mom’s corn on the cob.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I’m a good shaker.”
Me: “Yes, you have mad skills. Now salt the other side.”
LMT: “NO! DON’T TURN IT OVER!”
Me: “Honey, we have to turn it over so you can salt that side, too.”
LMT: “I can do it.”
Me: “No, you can’t shake salt up.”
LMT: “I can do it. Watch.”
(violent shaking in upward motion)
(seventeen grains of salt eventually hit the corn)
LMT: “I told you.”
Me: “I should have never doubted you.”
Very Vocal Viking 