Friday, July 03, 2009

Hustler Spirit

Maggie to Daddy, at 6:32 a.m.: Hi, Dad! Daddy? Hi, Daddy! Um, Daddy? Daddy! Hey, Daddy! Um, Dad? Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy! Daddy! Hi, Dada!
Daddy (opening one eye irritably): Hello, Maggie.
Maggie: Oh, HI! Um, Daddy?
Daddy: Mmpph.
Maggie: DAD!
Daddy: What is it, Maggie?
Maggie: I wuv you.
Daddy (much less irritably): I love you, too, Maggie.
[Pause while Maggie throws an affectionate arm around Daddy]
Maggie: Um, Dad?
Daddy: Yes, Maggie?
Maggie: Can I have a popsicle? A red popsicle!


Ian said...

But she is so cute!

Jen said...

But, did she get the popsicle?

Chelsa said...

She did not. She's cute, but she's not "get out of bed at 6:30 and give her a messy/sugary/messy treat" cute.

Jen said...

Mason's trick lately is to take out more than one popsicle from the freezer and bring me or Josh one and say, "I brought this for you because I thought you might like one." How can one resist when he is so generous? And I would like one. Too bad we are all out of some (as Mason would say).