Maggie to Dad: Catch it, Daddy! (chucking toy phone and whacking Dad in the head)
Dad: Ow! Maggie, don't throw things at my head!
Maggie: Why not?
Dad: Why not? Because it hurts.
Maggie: Why?
Dad: Because it's made of hard plastic and it hurts when it bonks my head.
Maggie (rounding up for another throw): Here you go, Daddy! More catch it?
Dad: Ow! No. No more catch.
Maggie: Why not?
Dad: You're too violent.
Maggie: NO NO! I sorry, Daddy.
Dad: It's oka -- argh! No throwing things at Dad, Maggie! Owie!
Maggie: Daddy?
Dad (rubbing various welts on head): What is it, Maggie?
Maggie: I love you, too.
Dad (picking up Maggie and snuggling her): I love you, too, Maggie.
Maggie: Hiding, Daddy? More hide?
Dad: Yeah, okay. At least the blanket is soft.
3 comments:
Also she loves boots.
And thank goodness she doesn't throw them.
Clearly she has the ballplayer gene. Send her up to us and we will mold her into a master pitcher :)
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