6yo [calling out from her bed where she is reading before going to sleep]: mamaaaaaa, i haaaave a neeeww waaay of tellinggggg you whennn i’m done reeeeading. [voice inflecting up and down] it invooolves making weeeird noisesssss.
me: um, no.
6yo: too late! i already signed the contract giving me the right to do it! [laughing loudly]
me [muttering to myself]: damn soulsucker genes….
both kids were [oddly] dressed for Christmas eve service 2 hours early. of course they were both wearing short sleeve dresses and open shoes, and of course for once it’s like 40 degrees outside. but whatever.
6yo: we’re leaving in 7 minutes.
daddy: no, we’re leaving at 7. the service is at 8.
[5 minutes later] 6yo: we’re leaving in 8 minutes.
daddy: no, we’re not! we’re leaving at 7!!
6yo: [10 minutes later] we’re leaving in…
daddy: WE’RE NOT LEAVING FOR AN HOUR. STOP IT!
8yo: you do realize that the 8 pm service won’t be over until 10.
8yo: well that’s too late!!
me: …coming from the child who constantly wants to stay up until midnight?!?
8yo: 10 pm is too late. I NEED MY BEAUTY REST!!!
me: [cracking up] um, yeah.
we made it through the service without 8yo asking once when it was over. however, 6yo repeated that she was bored about 15 times in the last 45 minutes and did her dead level best to set her finger on fire with the candle for candlelight vigil. [sigh]
MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!