You know those moments when you try to influence a kid’s decision by the inflection in your voice?
Me (as dull, flat and quickly as I can make it): Hila Fay, you-wanna-go-to-the-farm-with-you-daddy…
(As excited and happy as I can be)
You wanna go for a WALK with MOMMY!?!?!?!
Hila Fay (puts a finger to her chin to emphasize her thinking): Uhm, I go to farm with DADDY!!!!
I have NO chance of winning in a contest with her dad!
Oh, well. At least she ate two more of my homemade brownies and told me “Dees are NUMMY, Momma!”
I reckon that’s what I get for having a Daddy’s girl. Perhaps next time I’ll bribe her with a promise of popcorn when we return.
At least my nephew, Zander, refused to go to his Momma today when I was holding him! Gotta take my victories where I can.