Why A Spoon?
I’m cooking dinner and I’ve already kicked the dogs out of the kitchen several times. I can see them slinking just outside the kitchen door, trying to look ever so casual as they prepare for another attempt at begging food.
Me: “Dammit Spyro! Go lay down”
Dog: Makes as if to go lay down then turns back to the kitchen when he thinks I’m not looking
Me: “Go lay down or I’m going to stab you with this fork!”
Vista: “Nooooo Mommy! Don’t stab him with a fork!!
Me: “Fine. How about a spoon”
Vista: Thinks about it for a minute. “Yeah, OK. Use a spoon…. He’d like that!” Skips off smiling
Me to Bil: “Something tells me she really didn’t understand that conversation.”
I don’t think I’ll be letting her watch Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves any time soon…