Shake It Up

(at county fair)

Me: “Here, shake some salt on Mom’s corn on the cob.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I’m a good shaker.”

Me: “Yes, you have mad skills. Now salt the other side.”

LMT: “NO! DON’T TURN IT OVER!”

Me: “Honey, we have to turn it over so you can salt that side, too.”

LMT: “I can do it.”

Me: “No, you can’t shake salt up.”

LMT: “I can do it. Watch.”

(violent shaking in upward motion)

(seventeen grains of salt eventually hit the corn)

LMT: “I told you.”

Me: “I should have never doubted you.”