The Little Miss was coughing this morning while the Little Man sat on our bed watching Chugginton and drinking milk. I said to her, “Put your arms up, sweetie.”
She mimicked me, putting her arms up as if to say, “Touchdown!”
The Little Man sat up, set his milk to one side and said, in a world-weary tone, “Daddy, you don’t put your hands up, you put your hand over your mouth.”
“You know what,” I said, “you’re right.”
“Silly Daddy,” said the Little Man, “Trix are for kids!1”
- He gets this from me because whenever something silly happens, I’ll say, “Silly (so-and-so), Trix are for kids.” But it was still funny to hear him say it.” ↩