Overheard
As part of our Snow Day fun, we’ve been using the snow on the balcony to make candy. Diva Girl is about to head out to get another batch, and in deference to the elements, she’s decided to put on some PJs first. The Shaolin Toddler wants to go too, but is unwilling to change from her natural state of au natural to something slightly more weather appropriate.
With nearly 8 years of parenting experience to my name, I have a black belt in Toddler Fu; so I know that if I insist on the jammies, The Toddler Formerly Known As Zen will commit to her nakedness with a conviction that would boggle the mind of the most rabid religious fundamentalist. I must be crafty to accomplish my goal; I have to make it seem like I don’t really care either way while convincing her that walking outside into the snow without a stitch on really isn’t the best idea. While I’m pondering my strategy, Diva Girl takes matters into her own hands.
“Regan, if you go outside like that, you’ll freeze your butt off!”
“Yeah. But then I will pick it up and put it back on again.”
It’s really, really hard to argue with logic like that. Mostly because I’m laughing so hard.