(school office 9:00 am)
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “You have to fill out a tardy slip for me.”
Me: “OK, I seem to remember that from last time.”
LMT: “You should check ‘Overslept’ for the reason.”
Me: “Sure.”
LMT: (loudly) “He overslept, not me. I was ready and made my own breakfast.”
School Secretary: “Good for you, kiddo.”
LMT: “I had to wake him up. I think he’s sick.”
Me: “She doesn’t need all the ugly details.”
School Secretary: “I’ve heard a lot worse than that.”
Me: “I bet you have.”
Me: “What? Why are you downstairs? I tucked you in 15 minutes ago.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “You didn’t do it right.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
LMT: (produces book)
Me: “What’s this? The American Girls Babysitting Guide Book?”
LMT: “Page 61. It says when you tuck in children, you should sit and read to them.”
Me: “Well, that’s more of a suggest…”
LMT: (running up stairs) “I already have a book picked out for you.”
Me: …
Wonderful Wife: “She did provide documentation.”
Me: “I blame you.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I said I wanted scrambled eggs. I hate fried eggs.”
Me: “Well, they’re basically the same thing, I just stirred them less.”
LMT: “No, I hate them.”
Me: “Here. You only have to eat one.”
(pokes with fork)
(tiny bite)
(snarfs the rest in one bite)
LMT: “I want more. Those are really good!”
Me: …
Very Vocal Viking 