Tuesday, 25 October 2011

She'll have it down to a science by 13.

So, my child lied to me.  And not the 'No, I'm not poopie' line that she sometimes pulls (or, as her cousin says "I'm not poopie.  Daddy is.").  I was washing the dishes and could hear her rustling around in the cat treats.  She sometimes does that, it's an activity similar to water-boarding, but with the cat and treats.  After multiple failed attempts to summon her (selective 2yr-old hearing. So. Frustrating.), she casually mosied over ('Oh, Hi Mom.  Gosh, were you calling me?'). 

"Ann, were you playing with the cat treats?"

"No Mommy."

"You know you're not supposed to."

"OK.  I understand Mommy.  Didn't do it."

I smelled her hands.  They reeked of horse hooves and pig snouts.  Or whatever they put in those things.  "I can smell cat treats on your hands Annie, were you playing with them?" 
To which she responded by rinsing her hands in the dishwater, drying them and then looking back up at me- very solemnly- and saying "No Mommy.  Wasn't playing with treats". 

The little turkey.  If she's starting this early, I'm doomed.

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