Sunday, August 29, 2010

Priceless...

Last night, GG and Hubby stay up watching a movie, Mummy goes to bed as Mummy has stupid freaking 4am start.

The following has been relayed to me by a stupified and chastened husband.

About halfway through the movie, GG has crashed out and is managing to take up all 6 feet of the couch, despite only being 4 foot tall.

Hubby decides he would like to partake of contraband ice cream and chocolate buttons. Hubby avails himself, first making sure GG is asleep by taking GG by the wrists and re-enacting the YMCA dance.

**Note, Hubby will now be supervised at all times, lest bad 80's dances catch on.**

***Except of course the Nutbush - that rocks***

The second hubby sits down, GG's eyes pop open and she asks, "Daddy, whatcha got?"

"Ice-cream, Boo - d'ya want some?"

Thoughtful pause...

"No - but Daddy, you have to ask before you get a treat."

"Do I? Ask who?"

"Mummy".

Toddler brainwashing for the win.

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6 comments:

  1. roflmbo ahhh trained well I see.. Im still laughing at him doing the Ymca dance with her lol

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  2. Way to go! Get GG trained right. A girl's got to learn how to protect her ice cream.

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  3. My kids can smell Daddy sneaking ice cream from another room! At least GG knows who's boss.

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  4. AND LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU! ;-)

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