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Friday, January 1, 2010

Actual New Year's Day Conversation

Let me preface this with the fact that the Kid is going through a bit of a possessive streak where toys, food and people (ahem, "MY DADDY!") are hers and hers alone.

Stage Left: MrDrama and Dr Drama are canoodling on the other side of the ginormous Christmas tree so we can snog in relative privacy.  The Kid spies us...

The Kid: No! My Daddy!

DrDrama (always super-mature...): No! I saw him first.  (DrDrama wraps her arms around MrDrama's waist.)

The Kid: Miiiiiiiineeeee! Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

DrDrama (cackling maliciously and moving offstage towards the hallway): Still mine.  (I am nothing of not a stellar example of parenting.  Dr. Sears, eat your heart out.)

The Kid (now yelling): Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

(MrDrama and DrDrama exit stage left and wait for an eruption, but then remember that the Wonderpets are on the TV.)

DrDrama (calling from offstage): Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!

Complete silence only found when a toddler is hypnotized by cartoons.

DrDrama: Sorry, babe, you've been sold out for the Wonderpets.


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