Future litigators say the darndest things
I walked right up to the counter and I stared at that candy. And then I slowly rolled my eyes from the display, up to meet the eyes of the nice lady behind the counter, looking as sad and forlorn and sugar-deprived as possible.
She gave in, of course.
From that day on, my father called me LCD, or Little Convincing Daughter.
It would seem I now have two of my own, as these things often go.
When I dragged Thalia to the New York International Gift Show last month, she wandered across the aisle to look at some dishware--which just so happened be surrounded by beautiful little licorice treats on skewers. She returned with two. I know she used those puppy dog eyes.
This weekend, Sage, not even four, let her LCD out in full force. Witness:
Sage, you need to eat more edamame. You can't just have rice.
I will eat three bites of rice and one edamame.
No. I want you to have four edamame before you take another bite of rice.
But I had four edamame the other day. So now I can have rice.
Four edamame. Right now.
How about three?
Sage, please put down that mint.
But it's not a candy. It's a minty.
It's a sweet. I don't want you eating sweets in the morning.
No mommy, it's not sweet. It's spicy.
"No Sage, you can't have a second peanut butter cracker. You have dinner coming any minute."
But (sniff sniff, tears coming...)
what if I forget what the first one tastes like?
The great irony of course, is that while my daughters become more savvy in their convincing techniques, I have evidently lost my own powers completely.
What's the wildest thing your child has said to try and get their way?