Trout's on the phone with BigDaddyFish, who usually calls us to tell us he's on his way home, and I'm cooking dinner and feeding the baby and trying to keep Little Man focused on his homework. BDF asks Trout to ask me when I'm going to show her, Little Man, and Sunny the website for the art school where I want to enroll Trout and he wants me to enroll the other two to save me time out (each kid gets one activity each term. If they all do the same activity, that's only one trip out for me per week - I understand his motivation but I need that time out, I think. But I digress.) even though neither is as interested in art as Trout.
"So, Mommy, when are you going to show us?" she asks, looking at me over the phone, pointedly.
"Well, when your homework is done, dinner is over, and you've cleaned up the house."
She turns back to the phone, sighing, "Dad, it's NEVER going to happen."
And to add insult to injury, I was tickling Trout last night and she kicked me right in the ol', well, you know. Fortunately it was in the opposite direction, so I think she actually straightened it out a bit. BDF says it's even more crooked than before, though, and I'm having trouble smelling things. Yes, I'll go get it checked out now. After the homework is done, dinner is over, and the house is clean.