Friday, April 1, 2011

Give it ten years

This morning, as Chip got ready for work and Mary Clare relaxed on the bathroom scale with a pile of books by her side, I overheard the following exchange.

M: What's that?
C: Daddy's taking his allergy medicine.

M: Hmm?
C: So mommy stays off his back.
M: No, me.
C: You want the medicine?
M: No.
C: You want mommy on your back?
M: Yes.
C: Well, let's wait and see if you still feel that way when you're a teenager.

I then walked into the bathroom to break up the comedy routine, and before I could even give Chip a withering look, Mary Clare ran up to me, turned around and started patting her back and squealing, "Mama, mama!" So I tickled her back, exclaimed, "I'm on your back! I'm on your back!" and she ran off, happy as a clam. 

We'll see if it works that well when she's 13.


  1. For a second I thought this was going to be a post about MC wanting Daddy's drugs and how this is foreshadowing for the teenage years. Looks like I have a slightly grim outlook on how things will go in our family. Yours is much cuter.

  2. ME!, ME!, ME!

    She & Brennan should be a good time at Easter. And Alex will just smile & take it all in.



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