This morning in the car, Reilly asked for a mint. I keep Altoids in the car for bad breath emergencies, and she knows right where they are.
“Daddy, can I have a mint?”
“Sure.”
“I pick a pair?”
“Sure, Reilly.”
Every morning, the first step to getting ready is when we ask Reilly to pick out a pair of underwear to put on. We typically have to make this request a half dozen times before she actually complies.
Because a “pair” of underwear is actually a singular object, when she said “pick a pair” this morning, she was really only asking for one mint.
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