A New Series...

Law and Order -- YDS.

I'm going to start researching good law schools. I have Greta's new career path -- lawyer. Either that, or hostage negotiater. Or, she would probably do very well as a torturer. A few minutes with her, and you'd get a clear confession out of the most purest soul.

Everything lately is met with a counter argument. If I say "eat 5 more bites of x on your plate", it's countered with, 'how about 4'. If I say, you may have two pieces of x, it's how about 3. She never goes overboard and asks for the impossible. It's just enough where I have to stop and decide if I really want to continue this debate, or just go with her choice since it's only a small increment up from what I originally said. In actuality, I'm thinking this is all a part of her grand scheme in life. Once again, I'm proud of the mental prowess it took to create such a masterful life plan. It's too bad this couldn't spill over into, say, locating the pair of shoes two fee away from her.

Last night I was reading her a story from the current favorite book: The Frog and Toad Treasury. A lovely collection of a great pair of critters that makes you realize exactly what the show the Odd Couple was created from. The stories itself are pretty good, and not too bad for reading multiple times. But the treasury is full of many many stories, and Greta could easily sit there and listen to each one being read in one sitting. Which I have never done and do not plan to do. Last night, at the last possible second before impending bedtime, Greta used a stalling tactic she has perfected and to which I usually readily give in to, mostly because bedtime is not usually one of our debates. So, I read the "one" story that I promised. And Greta opened the book again. "No, one story I said."

"I know Mommy, I want to read it to you."

"Hm, well, how are you going to do that."

"I just need you to tell me all of the words on the pages."

Please send help.