overheard…

Tuesday night. 8:15 pm. The Kidling has been in bed for 20 minutes and has been getting up to complain about a variety of minor crises/concerns/excuses to get out of bed and complain. After the last concern (“my finger hurts“), The Dada said no more getting up unless there is a genuine, big problem.

Alice: (calls from upstairs) Dad!

The Dada: What is it, Alice?

Alice: It’s a problem. I have a big problem.

The Dada: What’s the problem?

Alice: I don’t have a diaper.

The Dada: What? (thinks) Umm… you know, you’re right. You don’t have a diaper. That is a big problem. (goes upstairs to help)

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6 thoughts on “overheard…

  1. hahaha, I love it when kids surprise you by doing EXACTLY what you asked of them. All you can do is stand there, scratching your head like a dork, and realize that there is absolutely no way you can argue with them.

    Terrific!

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