So, I’m sitting on the couch, surfing the net. Nothing special. LouLa sits next to me with a cone of Peaches (or Sugar) ‘n Cream with one knitting needle stuck in the top. She’s been playing with it all day. She’s pretending to knit with it, she’s used it as part of her pretend ice cream cone (which later became a cake) and she’s given me a small ball of it. I don’t care that much that plays with it, though I limit the amount of yarn she cuts off of it and she needs to ask. She’s done well and I’m not so concerned about her using it, but I don’t want her to start thinking that she can do it with any of my yarns, or whenever she wants.
I digress…
So she sits on the other end of the couch and says something about playing that we’re going on a train. At first, I mumble a no or something. She then clarifies that I can keep doing what I’m doing, that she’ll be the driver. “Sure, ” I say. I am a lazy mother. Here’s the rest of the conversation:
LouLa: Where do you want to go?
Me: China. (She’s been talking about China lately.)
LouLa: Okay. Far away from your husband, I guess…
It just cracked me up. I immediately logged on here. She then asked me if I was going to “write what I said?”
