A Quiet Afternoon Is In The Cards

(I’m standing at the stove cooking, when my six-year-old daughter approaches me. She holds up a piece of paper on which she has pre-written statements.)

Daughter: *first paper* “Is it time for lunch?”

Me: “Not quite. What are you doing?”

Daughter: *next paper* “I’ve decided to use cards.”

Me: “And why have you decided that?”

Daughter: *flips the paper over* “…so you guys can always have quiet from me!”

Me: “Honey, you don’t have to be quiet all the time!”

Daughter: *next paper* “…also, my throat hurts.”

(I crack up; she has answers for everything!)