Apparently, Amelia is not only going to be a doctor when she grows up, but an attorney as well. What evidence do I have of this? She tried to catch me on a technicality tonight. After a spirited negotiation over how many more bites of spaghetti she needed to eat before getting a muffin, we arrived at 3. Amelia then picked out 3 short, individual pieces of noodle, ate them, and celebrated. So, she thought found a loophole by satisfying the literal meaning of the term "bite" 3 times. Unfortunately for her, she learned that while she may be an excellent attorney, Daddy is still the judge, jury, and executioner in this house.
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