Here’s what happened over a recent breakfast:
Me: “Reilly, please finish your—“
Reilly: “Shh!”
Me: “I want you to—“
Reilly: “Shh!”
Me: “—eat your—“
Reilly: “Shh!”
Me: “—cereal.”
Reilly: “Shh, Daddy! Quiet!”
She gets her little finger up to her mouth and shushes like the son of Dr. Evil.
This morning, Reilly even shushed Shawn while she was flossing.
The only good part of this new development is that she now has the aptitude to earn her first job as a teenager: movie theater usher.
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