(at the county fair)
Me: “OK, I told you we could see the rabbits before we go home. Here are the rabbits.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: (squee) “They are so cute!”
Me: “Yes. Very cute.”
LMT: (incoherent giggly talking to rabbit noises)
LMT: “Daddy, do you think these rabbits are pettable?”
Me: “No, Honey. We can’t pet the rabbits.”
LMT: (pets rabbit)
LMT: “Nope. You were wrong.”
Vendor Guy: “Everybody’s a winner! Spin the wheel, get a prize! Congratulations little lady… your spin landed on red. You can choose any item from that table.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Anything? Really?”
Guy: “You bet, sweetie! Anything on the table.”
LMT: “I want that.” (points)
Guy: “No, not my iPad.”
LMT: “You said anything on the table.”
Guy: “Well, yeah… but… I meant… anything except the iPad.”
LMT: (long stare) “Then nevermind.” (walks away empty handed)
Very Vocal Viking 