King Solomon on Laundry

Me: “OK, OK… stop arguing. At this point, I don’t care who said what. I just need the hallway cleared. Is there — or is there not — stuff in the hallway between your rooms?”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Yes.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “Yes.”

Me: “OK, then, who does it belong to?”

DM: “Not me.”

LMT: “Not me.”

Me: “Good! That makes it easy. Let’s gather it all up and give it to charity.”

DM: “I’ll do that right now!” (runs off)

LMT: “DON’T YOU DARE THROW AWAY MY THINGS!!!” (runs off)

Me: …

Me: “I win.”

Nap Credit

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “What do we do now?”

Me: “It’s 8:00 pm on a school night. You’re going to bed.”

LMT: “No.”

Me: “Pardon me?”

LMT: “I don’t have to go to bed yet. I took a nap yesterday.”

Me: “That doesn’t count.”

LMT: “But I’m pumped!”

Me: …

LMT: “That means I have lots of energy.”

Me: “I know what it means, and you still have to go to bed.”

(long pause)

LMT: “Life isn’t fair.”

Me: “You have no idea.”

Para-Cute

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Look Daddy! I have a parachute!”

(holds six plastic grocery bags above her head)

Me: “How creative.”

LMT: “Let me get a running start. ”

Me: “Wait… wut…”

(runs past me, jumps off a couch, crumples to the ground)

Me: “Are you OK?”

(jumps to her feet)

LMT: (long pause)

LMT: “Nailed it.”