A brief exchange between my youngest & myself this morning, after she was instructed to put away her ballerina dress-up uniform:
Kelsi (crying): Aaah-wah-caw, bo-open bah-waah-aah-ah-aah
Me: Is something wrong?
Kelsi: I can't open the box.
Me: Why not?
Kelsi: The tinker toy is on it.
Me: Would you like some help.
Kelsi: Yes, suh....
So I helped her. I moved the Tinker toy construct that, if placed on a scale, might weigh in at 8 ounces, despite being 2 feet tall. I opened "the box," a Rubbermaid storage bin, and she shoved teh unitard and skirt in and snapped the box closed. Then she ran off.
Me: Wait wait wait!
Kelsi: Yes, suh?
Me: You need to put the tinker toy back on it.
Kelsi: Yes, suh!
Forgetting that Tinker Toys were her Kryptonite, she picked it up with one hand and returned it to its prior locale.
Me: Aren't you strong?
She: I *am*!
....
She (looking at her right bicep): Daddy, I have strongness in my arms!
You may want to see her in a pre-discovery photo.
Heh - "strongness". I love it!
Posted by: The Zero Boss at December 5, 2004 1:30 AM