Little Miss Thing, age 8: “Who’s doing our tuck-ins tonight?”
Me: “Well, I’m the only one here.”
LMT: “OK. I was just hoping Mom could do the tuck-ins. She does them a lot better than you do.”
Me: ”She really does.”
I ain’t even mad.
Little Miss Thing, age 8: “Who’s doing our tuck-ins tonight?”
Me: “Well, I’m the only one here.”
LMT: “OK. I was just hoping Mom could do the tuck-ins. She does them a lot better than you do.”
Me: ”She really does.”
I ain’t even mad.
Me: “You have to eat some broccoli.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I HATE BROCCOLI!”
Me: “It’s the only veggie option at this restaurant, so you have to have at least a couple bites.”
(long pause)
LMT: “Can I dip it in ranch?”
Me: “Uh… Sure.”
LMT: (noisily scarfs two large servings of broccoli with ranch)
LMT: “I love broccoli! Can I have some more?”
Me: (blank stare)
Me: “Why did we never think of this until now?”
Wonderful Wife: “I’ve used that trick for years.”
(long pause)
Me: “I have only myself to blame.”
Wonderful Wife: “It is so wonderful to have a daughter that is so much like me.”
Me: “Hey, she got some of her personality from me, too!”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I’m like Daddy, too! I have blue eyes and I’m always tired.”
Me: …
WW: (holding in laughter)