So, Lucy and I had a dispute that apparently got out of hand. We were debating whether I was "fluffing" her hair (my opinion) or "spiking up" her hair (her opinion--although I can assure you that her hair was very fluffy and not the least bit spiky.) :)
Our conversation went something like this:
K: Fluffing.
L: Spiking.
K: Fluffing.
L: Spiking!
K: Fluffing. (Why? Why argue over this with my 3 year old???)
L: That's it, I'm calling the cops! (Puts pretend phone to ear and proceeds in a very no-nonsense tone.) Hello cops? It's me, Lucy. There's a girl here who is saying FLUFFING. Okay? Okay. I love you. Goodbye.
(She looks at me like "ha!" then gets a little panicked. She calls back on her fake phone.)
L: Hello cops? It's me, Lucy. DON'T come get her. I know... I was just telling you. Don't come get her. I love you. Goodbye.
Sooo, she'll turn me in to the cops, but she'll really advocate to keep me out of the slammer. Good things for a mama to know. :)
Our conversation went something like this:
K: Fluffing.
L: Spiking.
K: Fluffing.
L: Spiking!
K: Fluffing. (Why? Why argue over this with my 3 year old???)
L: That's it, I'm calling the cops! (Puts pretend phone to ear and proceeds in a very no-nonsense tone.) Hello cops? It's me, Lucy. There's a girl here who is saying FLUFFING. Okay? Okay. I love you. Goodbye.
(She looks at me like "ha!" then gets a little panicked. She calls back on her fake phone.)
L: Hello cops? It's me, Lucy. DON'T come get her. I know... I was just telling you. Don't come get her. I love you. Goodbye.
Sooo, she'll turn me in to the cops, but she'll really advocate to keep me out of the slammer. Good things for a mama to know. :)
