This is Youngest as a toddler. Notice the truculent expression on her face. This expression has not changed much over the years. And while normally she is the sweetest, laid back, most easy going and loving kid, the kid has got a wicked temper just like her dad, Da Man Troll.
Yesterday I asked Youngest to pick up her toys.
"I'm too tired," she said as she lounged upside down upon the couch, bobbing her head off over the edge while her legs were splayed straight up the back of the couch.
"They are not my toys they are your toys and you need to put them away," I snapped.
"I didn't take them out," she protested, still in her upside down position. I paused. On Thursdays, she comes home at 12:30 and stays home with me until the nanny comes and I go pick up the girls from school at 3 and then leave for campus. It was 2pm. There was no other child in the house at the time.
"They were not out when you left for school this morning and they are out now. No one else played with them."
"How do you know?" she sat up with an innocent look on her face.
"How do you know space aliens didn't come out and play with my toys?"
"Oh so you are saying invisible space aliens flew into our house and played with your Dora talking dollhouse?"
She nodded her head vigorously as she smiled in glee.
I stood before her and reminded her of what was coming.
"You know Santa Claus is watching you and if you tell a lie it is considered very naughty."
The above truculent expression crossed her face.
"He can see me all the time?"
I nodded. She leaned back against the couch, kicking one of her toy furniture pieces idly.
"Can he read my thoughts?" she asked.
"No, but God can and God tells Santa everything."
"Alright fine, I took the toys out," she admitted. With a heavy sigh she lay back down on the couch.
"I'm waiting for you to clean up!" I reminded her.
"But Mommy I told you I was too tired!"
"Baby, I just told you Santa is watching you!"
"Mommy, Santa is not going to be mad at me if I has an important reason. And I told you I am tired and I need my rest or I can get sick and then YOU will be in trouble with Santa, not me!!"
What a little lawyer. She is 4 going on 40.
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