At bathtime, we always end with Gillian cleaning up her toys and putting them in her basket. Monday night it went down like this:
Me: "OK, Gillian, let's clean up your bath toys..."
Her: "I can't, Mama."
Me: "Why Not?"
Her: (hands under armpits, arms crossed) "I don't have any hands. See?"
Me: "What are these?" I asked, gesturing at her fingers.
Her: "Those are fingers. Not hands," she patiently explained.
We are in for it. That was as good an excuse as I've ever heard from anyone.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Negotiater
Posted by Michelle at 2:56 PM
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2 comments:
that made me laugh outloud, Gilly is too smart....good luck with that :)
Heh heh heh.... She's definitley going to keep you on your toes. That's probably got to be the hardest thing about having such an intelligent kid -- outsmarting them!
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