Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Ice cream temptation

Ok. I realize it's been forever since I've written anything on here. I feel like I pretty much completely missed the last few months. In case you didn't know, I'm rather unexpectedly pregnant, so I spent April and May either throwing up or trying not to. But I'm beginning to feel like a semi-normal person again.
And Caleb said I had to blog what Kylie said to me today.
It's 9:30 in the morning. I'm on the computer trying to research a car charger for my laptop so the kids can watch movies on the long drive to New Orleans in July (yes, we are crazy for wanting to go to New Orleans in July, and if you know anything about car laptop chargers, we could use some advice).
Kylie has been suspiciously quiet for a couple of minutes, and I am just beginning to wonder why.
I hear Ethan yelling, "Kylie! You can't do that!" and half a minute later Kylie walks into my bedroom with something hiding behind her back.
She says rather sheepishly, "Mommy, can I have some ice cream?", pulls out the ice cream scoop from behind her back, and grins at me with her best "Aren't I too cute to say no to?" look.
I look at her like she's crazy. I'm very sure we have never eaten ice cream at 9:30 in the morning. Without hesistating, I answer, "No."
"But mommy, Satan's tempting me."
My mouth drops open as I try not to laugh hilariously.
Does she even know what tempting means? What three year old blames their desire for ice cream on Satan? No fit throwing. No whining. Just, "Satan's tempting me."
I try to reply something coherent and smart-sounding.
"Kylie, it's ok if Satan tempts you, but you don't have to do it" - or something lame like that.
Kylie leaves - surprisingly seeming to have forgotten all about ice cream.
Who knew I'd have to be so smart to keep ahead of a three year old.

1 comment:

Chip Burkitt said...

Of course, you know that kids say what they hear.