"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Friday, September 09, 2011
Lying belly-down on the front room couch, spoken softly and sweetly, but as if she's dying, pleading with me, my lil' Pipsqueak tries the following:
Me (upbeat): Yes, punky? Whassup?
Pipsqueak: "Mahhhmma?" -short pause to see if I'm looking at her, which I am- "Momma, I neeeed a pohhpsicle."
Me (still upbeat, smiling at her with a look of amusement): Ohhh really? you think you neeeed a popsicle?
Pipsqueak (still dying, still lying on the couch): "Oh yeeessss, Momma, I neeeed a popsicle right nooow -long pause- please?"
It should be noted that her 'please' was spoken in the most cheery tone imaginable, paired with the cutest flash of uber toothy grin she could produce... lil' stinker!