The kids were supposed to be asleep. Smoochy and I were camped out on the playroom couch enjoying a night-time bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough. Suddenly I see a little movement out of the corner of my eye.
"Georgia..."
She steps out of the shadows with an impish little smile on the face.
"Hey, wha-wha-wha-wha-what are you guys having? Is that ice cream?"
"Yes Georgia, it is. You are supposed to be in bed."
"He-he-he-hey. Wheeeeeen I get a little taller (raises her hand up towards her head making the yea-high motion) I can sit on the couch and eat ice cream with you guys!"
I can help but smile. I want to laugh. I want to plunk her down on the couch and give her a HUGE bowl with sprinkles on top and sit and chat with her about whatever she wants to babble about. I can tell that Smoochy does too. But, it's after nine and he wisely, gently, and firmly sends her back to bed with promises of ice cream tomorrow. After another hug and kiss of course.
1 comment:
Thank goodness it was just chocolate chip cookie dough you were sharing:o
Otherwise, it would have been a perfect Modern Family episode.
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