Dinner conversation (with Fooey). "Oops! Don't worry, Mommy, you can clean it up, and then you can go and get me some more." "Sigh. I am not your personal slave and servant." "Well, I need a servant."
After-dinner conversation: "Can we go outside to play?" Uh, yes. Yes!
And on another topic altogether, file this under things I never imagined doing: pulling out a tooth, not my own. In the dark. Whilst the child in question remained in her bunk bed. "Mommy, this tooth hurts too much to sleep." "Well, what I can do to help?" "Can you pull it out? Please?" Small moment of silence. "Mommy, that's the wrong tooth. That one isn't even loose."
For the record, the one that was extracted successfully, after much arrghing and some gore, was the one that had started out loose. Loose-ish, in my opinion. But I think she wanted it out mostly so she could try drinking with a straw through the gigantic hole at the bottom of her mouth.
Labels: backyard, play, teeth