So last night, about ten o'clock, the kid is making herself a PB&J, and doing a fine job, too (eight is a great age, may I say), when I walk through the kitchen and slip on a bit of yogurt she has spilled earlier and not cleaned up.
"Hey!" I point out. "Someone spilled some yogurt here and I almost broke my neck!"
"Oh," she says, with utter sweet sincerity, "wait, just a minute -- let me get out my tiny violin." Then she kicks in the sound effects. "Eee- ee- eee -- EEE!"
1 hour ago
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Oh the violin player, what a great way to show the love. Not only smart, but a great sense of humor.
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