The Cheating Police pulled us over tonight. I got a ticket and Makaela got a warning. Makaela's taking hers to court and fighting it.
Here's how the whole thing went down.
Mia: Mom, did you not make this lasagna?
Me: Honey, I never make lasagna. I always buy it. I haven't made real lasagna since the days when your Grandma would come over and we'd cook and freeze everything.
Mia: What! This lasagna is a lie! You cheated!
Later . . .
Me: I made Italian for dinner, and it was good!
Mia: You cheated. Cheater.
Even later. . .
Mia, as she watched Makaela solve her Rubik's cube: What are you doing?
Makaela: I'm solving it.
Mia: You're talking to yourself. You're saying 'up, over, up, over, over, up, over.'
Makaela: I'm using algorithms.
Mia: You're totally cheating.
Makaela: No I'm not.
Mia: Cheat cheat Cheater. You're cheating, you cheating cheeeeaaaterrrr.
Later --
Makaela: I am not a cheater.
Mia: Cheating cheater! Go do your Cheater's Cube! This is a house of lies. I'm going to bed.
xoxoxox
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