Friday, June 12, 2009
Forgetting the Audience
Tonight my husband Phantom, was trying to reason with my oldest, Avant Garde Gal who is 4.5 years.
She always uses the "I don't think you love me" cry whenever we tell her not to push her sister, stop tearing paper into bits and sprinkling it all over the place, or some other such shenanigan.
P: You will eat your food, all of it.
AGG: I don't think you love me!
AGG: You don't think I'm beautiful. You don't love me!
P: What you're saying is irrelevant.
AGG: What's irrelevant?
P: Irrelevant means not pertinent.