The Spawn (Now 6 years old): "YOU SHUT YOUR FACE!!!"
Narrow Eyed Mother: "WHAT was that you just said?"
The Spawn {meek}: I love you?
...
Proceeds to bolt to her dad's closet.
She shall live to be 7 years old.
This little drama brought to you by the letter "F".
I did a good job not laughing when she did this very dangerous task. Before this happened I was going through a list of what need to be done to get us out the door to school and work.
You know ....
Shoes
Jacket
Lunch
Homework.
After each item she was saying "I KNOW. You don't have to tell me." Then her brain must have broke, because she thought her next sentence was an okay thing to say out loud.
