“Mom, what can I have for snack?” The Kidling inquired at bedtime, every child’s favorite time to realize her need for sustenance. “I want yogurt. And cheese!”
“No, Sweetie you can’t have them both. They are in the same food group.”
“They are?” she asked. “Oh yeah!” she quickly recalled, “Dairy Queen.”
Fine, not technically from the loo; rather, from within the loo.
The Kidling: (calling into the living room) Excuse me, Mom?
The Mama: What, Dear?
The Kidling: Can you tell me if this is too much toothpaste?
The Mama: I trust you, Dear.
The Kidling: (incredulously) You do?
Fair question. You know, after this.
All Hallows’ Eve. 8:30 pm. The Parents wait patiently in The Kidling’s room while she prepares to scrub every last milligram of sugar from her pearly whites. Silence. Then,
“Uh oh! It exploded!” she said.
“No big deal, Sweetie,” The Mama calmly responded.
“It might be when you get in here…”
As with all things, the magnitude depends on the perspective.
Bedtime. Snuggles. Chit chat. A question:
The Mama: What are your three favorite things to do in the whole world?
The Kidling: Ride horses, pet horses, feed horses… Can I have four?
The Mama: Sure.
The Kidling: Ride horses.