Me: “Molly, were you writing on the bathroom mirror?”
Molly: “No, Mom.”
Me: (Showed her the picture) “Are you sure?”
Molly:”Well, maybe.”
Me: “Is that maybe with an M?”
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The other day, I was sitting by the fire stealthily trying to snarf down the last brownie without getting caught. My three-year-old (the candy bloodhound) noticed I was chewing and was on me like white on rice.
He said, “Is that nuts?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I lied.
(Both my kids think they are allergic to nuts. My daughter is allergic to some nuts. We don’t know for sure with my son, so we told them both they are allergic. It’s actually really convenient. If I don’t want them to eat something I say it has nuts in it).
Okay, back to the story.
He was suspicious and ultimately discovered the loot. In an appalled, almost-adult way with a tone that got higher in pitch on the second word he said, “Aw, c’mon dat’s a bwownie!”
Busted. Had to share the rest of it with him, but it made me laugh. I guess the apples don’t fall far from the tree.
Thanks for the chuckle.