I finish reading to my daughter the other night and she starts her prayer…
She: Dear God: Please help Mom, Ben, Dad, Jacob, Me, Jett (the dog), the fish and Small Pie (the hamster) have a good night’s sleep. Wait. Not Small Pie. Amen.
Me: Why didn’t you want Small Pie to have a good night’s sleep? (I figure it’s because he just bit me and she’s enacting some revenge on my behalf.)
She: Because. He’s nocturnal?
And if she were a little older she would have added a “Duh” followed by an eye roll.
At dinner the other night…
Ben: What’s up with this applesauce? It’s disgusting.
Me: What’s wrong with it?
Ben: It’s all weird and chunky.
Me: It’s homemade.
Ben: Oh. I love it! It’s amazing. So good and chunky. It’s delicious.
Me: Just pour it out. Good grief.
2 comments:
Those kids. :) Mia won't be praying for me, either, under these conditions. LOL
Reminds me of when Ryan was about four and I was baking parmesan chicken. As soon as you could smell it, he started whining, then crying, then sobbing as he yelled, "It stinks! It stinks! Make it stop!"
I made him go in his room and stay until I was finished cooking and we were done eating. They just don't appreciate the hard work, do they? ;-)
Smooth transition in the above comment ... or not. The applesauce story is what reminds me of the parmesan chicken. Just in case anyone is slow on the uptake.
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