Iris and Lola were roughhousing, and every five minutes or so one would whine to me. "Iris hurt my hair!" Then they would jump back into their roughhorsing, giggling, until the other one complained, "Lola shoved me!"
I tried to set them straight. "Are you just going to keep playing rough and complaining about getting hurt WHEN YOU KNOW YOU ARE PLAYING ROUGH ON PURPOSE AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET HURT? Is that your plan?"
Lola listened attentively while I was speaking, and her face lit up. "A plan! THAT IS OUR PLAN!"
3 comments:
drats! foiled again!
ypu need to keep your cards closer to your shirt.
You need to lock the memory of "Lola listened attentively" somewhere safe. In a few years that's all it will be.
I think this is my favorite anecdote yet! Texzmissy
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