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)
Me: “Come inside right now, young lady. I saw you hit your brother as hard as you can.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “I did not!”
Me: “Pardon me?”
LMT: “I didn’t hit him as hard as I can.”
(pause)
LMT: “I can hit much harder than that.”
Me: “You’re not helping.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Can you help me find a hammer?”
Me: “Sure, honey. Where did you last see it?”
LMT: “In the back yard.”
Me: “Can you be more speciific?”
LMT: “Behind the woodpile.”
Me: “Behind the woodpile is just a giant mess of thorns and 7 foot weeds. How did a hammer get back there?”
LMT: “I threw it.”
Me: “And you want me to help you find it, after you threw it into the weeds.”
LMT: “Yes.”
Me: “What does the hammer look like?”
LMT: “Green.”
Me: “Of course it is.”
Very Vocal Viking 