Sometimes The Kidling just don’t know what’s best for her. She sasses when a simple, “I understand” would remove her from an undesirable situation. She demands when a “please” would virtually guarantee her request would be granted. She whines.
And whines and whines and whines.
Other times, though, The Kidling gets it. I mean, she really gets it. Such was the case this weekend when we were packing for an overnight excursion. She and The Dada were choosing items to pack for her amusement on the long* car ride. They had gathered books, blankets, and buddies when Alice requested her portable DVD player. Before The Dada had a chance to respond, my pint-sized lobbyist reasoned, “It will keep me from saying, ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'”
Well played, Alice. Well played.
* All times expressed in units kidling. Translation=2 hours.