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!
4 comments:
But she is so cute!
But, did she get the popsicle?
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.
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).
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