Lately Sylvie-Faye has been approaching me and saying things like:
S-F: Hey, mommy. You wanna' read me a story right now. You do.
ME: (Gasping) I do?
S-F: (Excitedly) Yeah! You really, really do!
ME: Oh my gosh! How did you know?
She just shrugs in response. It cracks me up. And, of course, I have to read her the story because that IS exactly what I wanted to do...right in the middle of typing a medical report.
Another time I was cooking dinner and she approached me with a little mischievous grin on her face and her hands behind her back.
ME: Hey Sylvie.
S-F: Hi mommy.
ME: What do you have behind your back?
S-F: (Shrugging) Oh. Nuffing.
ME: Nothing?
She slowly brought her hands forward and shot her left hand straight up at me. In her little fist I saw the pink nail polish from my bathroom.
ME: Uh oh. Did you take my nail polish from my bathroom?
S-F: (Shrugging) Well...did you want to paint my nails now?
ME: Well, honey, I'm cooking dinner right now.
S-F: Well...you wanted to paint my nails.
ME: I did?
S-F: Uh huh. So...uhhh...just stop cooking the dinner now because you wanna' paint my nails now.
I threw my head back and laughed at that one. She is hilarious! I think she's been watching too many Star Wars movies with her big brother John and she's attempting to use the Jedi Master force on me like she's Obi-Wan Kenobi or something. I'm embarrassed to say it's worked thus far. Her powers of mind control are too great for me.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
How I Motivate My Husband
HIM: Man, today's gonna' be awful! I have so much work and I'm gonna' be all the way out in Carefree today.
ME: I'm sorry, babe.
HIM: I wish I didn't have to go to work today.
Walking over to the carport door as he's talking, I peer out through the peep hole.
ME: (GASP!) Oh my gosh! Your truck is gone!
HIM: (Look of horror) WHAT?! What do you mean it's gone?!
He runs over to the carport door and throws it open.
HIM: (Looking at me confused) My truck is there! It's not gone!
ME: (Cheerily) Ah! Well, good. Looks like it's gonna' be a good day after all!
ME: I'm sorry, babe.
HIM: I wish I didn't have to go to work today.
Walking over to the carport door as he's talking, I peer out through the peep hole.
ME: (GASP!) Oh my gosh! Your truck is gone!
HIM: (Look of horror) WHAT?! What do you mean it's gone?!
He runs over to the carport door and throws it open.
HIM: (Looking at me confused) My truck is there! It's not gone!
ME: (Cheerily) Ah! Well, good. Looks like it's gonna' be a good day after all!
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