Sunday, August 17, 2008

Monday (A)Musings

The following stall tactics recently heard in the Jubilant household:

five year old: "Mommy, we are going to have a concert on Saturday."

me: "Great! Are you inviting me?"

four year old: "Well, it's for Daddy. But you can come if you want. But it's for Daddy. We have to practice now. C'mon Cherie."

five year old looking back over her shoulder at me: "We need to sing a lot."

me: "It's almost bedtime, so define a lot."

baffled looks from four year old diva and four year old manager who've stopped dead in their tracks.

five year old: "We need to write down all the words to our songs. Will you help us write it down?"

me: "But you don't read."

more baffled looks exchanged between songwriters extraordinaire

five year old: "But we have to remember the songs, so you have to write them down."

me with an eye on the clock: "I think maybe this will take longer than we have tonight."

five year old: "But it must be done. Can you write it?"

me: "When I write it down, what will you do with it?"

four year old: ". . . nothing."

Uh-huh, just what I thought.

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