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:
Pipsqueak: "Momma?"
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!
i'm going to guess she got her much needed popsicle :)
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