Maverick

Maverick

I've started playing cinchy little card games with Giselle lately, because goodness knows I'm a real loser when it comes to playing Barbies. This weekend, we played War, Go Fish, and Concentration. And I was thinking, okay, I gotta remember to go easy so she doesn't get discouraged, and then I'd have to come up with excuses why I don't want to help Ariel and Skipper swap outfits (which doesn't really work because Ariel has actually got some calf muscles and Skipper's pants won't pull up all the way)...um, so anyway, there's really not much you can do about who wins War unless you cheat, which I didn't, and as chance would have it, she won, so I thought, awww, that's nice. Go Fish isn't much better than War when it comes to skill level, but I didn't have to help her out at all, and she won that too. Well, I was feeling pretty good for her, so we moved on to Concentration, which is all about memory skills. I thought, okay now I'm going to need to give her a chance here. Except that I didn't need to play stupid and give her an edge. I was actually putting some effort into it, and ended up getting my butt kicked! I mean it was pretty cute watching her eyes light up each time I picked up my second card and she recognized it and then moved in for the kill...but she's not supposed to start wailing on me until she gets at least a few years older, right? Dang.

So I tortured her this morning as we drove her to school and I started messing with a little chant from Monster's Inc. You know, the one that goes:

Put that thing back where it came from
Or so help me!

Saying stuff like

Take Giselle back to the Circus
Where she came from!

Which is more fun than it sounds because it really gets under her skin when I start ruining lines from her favorite shows. "No Dad it doesn't go like that! Mom! Dad is saying it wrong!"

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