Yesterday, Emma and I were running errands before she had to go to pre-kindergarten. As we drove home, I realized I had cut our time pretty close, and it was going to be a rush to get her fed lunch and out the door on time.
When we were a couple of miles from our neighborhood, I asked her what she wanted to eat. She said, “I don’t know,” and sat quietly thinking about it.
Another mile passed before she spoke up.
“Mommy?” she said sweetly.
“What.”
“Can I have a Happy Meal?”
“No, Emma.”
“Hmmph,” she grunted, then crossed her arms and frowned.
“Fine,” she snapped, “Can I have a MAD Meal?”
Transfer and integration of the sarcasm gene is complete. And she gets that from her father.
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That’s Brilliant! You have a real genius on your hands here. I foresee years of matching wits with this liitle cutie. ROTFL I voted for you on BLOG VILLAGE today.
Hah! Out of the mouths of snarky babes! Gotta love those “kid brains”. No professional comedy writer can hold a candle to them!
Oh, that is too cute. It reminds me of the time my Laylee said that dad didn’t work at Megacorp, he really worked at Workacorp…because he was WORKING there. Ah HA.
Thanks to everyone for stopping by and giving a shout! I can’t wait for Em to be old enough to read this entry and all the comments about her.
THAT is purely a classic
Awesome! She is now my hero!
Lol so cute
Dude!!!! a MAD meal. That is hilarious!!!!
Smart girl! LOL
LOL….I think she may the kindred spirit of my Diva… Love your blog! Blogmad driveby!