The scene: Our dinner tableThe meal: Chicken with stuffing and corn.
Ava: I don’t wanna eat anymore.
Me: Ava, you HAVE to eat.
Ava: This chicken tastes like trash!
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The scene: The kitchen as I was cleaning up earlier today.
Ava: Why don’t you ever do the dishes?
Me: Why don’t you ever clean up your toys?
Ava: Touche.
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The scene: Venice Pizza, in Coatesville. We were waiting for our pizza, looking through one of those homes-for-sale magazines. I told Ava I was sure I could find a house from our neighborhood in there. I found one, it looks just like ours.
Ava: *panic and the start of tears* I don’t want to move! Why are you selling my house? *crying*
I calmed her down and explained, and we’re cool now.
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The scene: The TV room, around 1am this morning. Tim was watching Ghost Hunters, and Ava came downstairs, all sleepy and demanded that he come to bed. He said he wanted to finish his drink, and she wanted to sit with him while he did. He said fine, and went to turn off Ghost Hunters - it was recorded on our DVR. So he stopped the show, and you know how a lot of cable channels turn to porn after midnight? Yeah, so porn popped on! He flipped it as quickly as he could, but the next channel had a show with graphic violence. He said he had to flip like 3 or 4 more times before he finally got The Princess Bride, and breathed a sigh of relief.
I told him that he should have just left Ghost Hunters on, instead of introducing her to porn and violence.
WTG Dad. WTG.
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Thursday, March 13, 2008 at 12:58 AM
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