My friend Debby has four girls between the ages of three and ten. She is very brave. She often takes my girls for me so that I can do things without having to hire a babysitter, bringing the number of girls in her house to six. She is very nice, and, quite possibly insane.
So, when she asked me if I could take her girls overnight so that she and her husband could go to Montreal for a 25th wedding anniversary party, of course I said yes.
At one point in the evening, I looked around at the living room, which was showing the effects of having several children playing there, especially the three- and five-year-olds.
Rae and Deb's oldest, Rebecca, were watching the TV.
Me: Hey, why don't you guys pick up some of the toys in here while you're watching TV?
Rae [conversationally, her eyes still glued to the TV]: That doesn't sound like fun.
Me [in a falsely hearty voice]: It can be fun, honest. Just think of it as a game -- the "Clean Up the Living Room Game"!
(OK, I realize that was really lame, but I figured it was worth a try.)
Rae [witheringly, and with air quotes]: Mum. Really? You could call it the "Super Fantastic Pizza Party Game" and it still wouldn't be any fun.
Me: Just pick up the toys.
Rae: I can't believe you thought we'd fall for that.
Well, Rachel's right on that one.
ReplyDeleteI'm a little embarrassed for you, frankly.
ReplyDeleteThat child has a future as a prosecuting attorney, mark my words.
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They catch on too fast don't they? It was a sad day in our house when our girls caught on to "who's the quietest"...which is incidentally the best car game EVER.
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