While driving out of the Target parking lot today, deep in discussion about what snack/treat Riley would get before we got into carline to reward her for not having a single potty accident all day, I hear this:
“Mama, you are a being a dick…
All busted up in long pauses just as I typed it above.
She repeats it. This time a little faster.
“You are being A-DIC-A-LUS!”
Ridiculous. I was being ridiculous.
Mild coronary averted.