I have the privilege of a special connection with my friend's 3 year old daughter. We really are extremely silly together.
This morning we set off to hunt down the chocolate biscuits that are served with post-church coffee. We both have a penchant for these treats.
Alas we were too late, but I know they keep stock. Like a couple of seasoned con artists - Little One slipped into character with a pout, and I asked the team on duty if they didn't perhaps have an extra biscuit... Obviously I managed to wangle one for me too.
As we walked away from the counter, the following conversation goes down:
Little One: Why do they keep the biscuits in that drawer?
Me: You noticed that too?
Little One: (nods)
Me: So, here's the plan. You create a diversion and I grab the biscuits.
Little One: (giggles)
Me: So you grab your leg and say "Ow, ow, my leg" and then everyone will run to you. Then I can get to the biscuits.
For the record, we didn't go through with our caper. However, a little while later when someone spoke to her about biscuits...
Little One: I know where the biscuits are... In the drawer... I just hold me leg and say owowow
I should be ashamed that I'm a bad influence... But I'm really so proud.
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