A: (to Daddy) I can't believe how curly Norah's hair is getting.
N: It's so berry, berry, berry cute!
At the dinner table, Norah was playing with her food (Lately, she has become the world's slowest eater. She still eats great, it just takes her roughly 100 years to finish a plateful of food). Hoping to make it to Wednesday night worship on time, I finally decided to lay down the law.
A: (slightly flustered, in my staccato, "bossy mom" voice) Norah, I want you to sit down, eat your carrots, and eat your chicken.
Silence, coupled with a mixed look of confusion/pleasure at the realization of her own ingenuity...
N: (calmy) Mommy, I'm already sitting down.
A: Well, you've got me there. Thank you. Now, please finish your dinner.
1 comment:
Little toot. ;) Sounds like something Aidan would say.
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