Madeline, Rachel Marie and my dinner conversation went something like this (Dave was MIA, on call at the hospital):
Madeline: Can I watch Veggie Tales after dinner?
Me: No, Honey.
Rachel Marie: Ahhhhhhhhhhh… (Happy squealing.)
Me: No. What was your favorite part of the day? (Trying to distract her and provide fodder for engaging dinnertime banter.)
Madeline: Watching Veggie Tales.
Me: You didn’t watch Veggie Tales today and you’re not going to.
Madeline: The Night Before Christmas, you know that one, Mommy?
Me: It’s called The Star of Christmas.
Madeline: It’s my favorite movie.
This is news to me. Funny, she can’t even recall the correct name of her fave flick; yet, she remembers the names of every single animal figurine in her growing menagerie.
Me: My favorite part of the day was making sock puppets with you. (Again, trying the diversion technique.)
Madeline: The best part was watching Veggie Tales. (I’m obviously failing again.)
Me: You’re not going to watch Veggie Tales. Now stop talking about TV.
Rachel Marie: Arrrrrgggggg….Ahhhhhhh…. (Born an optimist, she sees humor in every situation.)
Madeline: After “unch…”
Me: This is dinner.
Madeline: After dinner, can I watch Veggie Tales?