Jane: (entering the kitchen) Peese cheese?
Me: It's almost supper, sweetie. Sorry.
Jane: (furrowing brow) Peese cheese!
Me: We're about to eat. You don't need a piece of cheese.
Jane: (running to the fridge, pointing to it) Peese cheese.
Me: I know where it is. No cheese. No.
Jane: (getting serious) Peese. Cheese.
Me: No.
Jane: (changing tactics, smiling) Peese cheese pease?
Me: That's very polite. No.
Jane: Daddy peese cheese?
Me: What?
Jane: (pointing to me) Peese cheese Daddy.
Me: A piece for me?
Jane: (nodding) Peese cheese.
Me: Well... maybe we can split a piece.
2 comments:
Smart! I am so trying this on the husband for a new LCD TV.
Dead Robot: LCD TV?
Shark Boy: No.
DR: LCD TV pease?
SB: No.
DR: Shark Boy LCD TV?
SB: What?
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