Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Daddy, bring me a plate.”
Me: “I think you need to find a better way to ask than that.”
LMT: “Plates don’t have legs – it isn’t going to walk out here by itself!”
Me: “Try again.”
LMT: “Please bring me a plate?”
Me: “There you go.”
Me: “It’s time to go. You were given plenty of warning. Is your room clean?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Yes.”
Me: “Really? You can’t go with me unless your room is truly clean.”
LMT: “It is.”
Me: “For your info, I’m going go check for myself.”
LMT: “Give me a minute.” (Runs upstairs and starts cleaning furiously)
Danger Monkey, age 9: “Why did the superhero go to the restroom?”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “He had to poop? Pee? Both!”
DM: “No, don’t ruin my joke. Why did the superhero go to the restroom?”
LMT: “I don’t know. Why?”
DM: “He was doing his duty.”
LMT: “Was he a super pooper?”
DM: “OK, that’s funnier than mine.”
LMT: “I know.”
Very Vocal Viking 