During yet another tantrum from a five-year-old (started with the request: Please eat your soup), Isabella inadvertently provided a few minutes of levity and mockery from Mommy and Daddy:
Isabella (flopping on floor): Owwwww!!! I hurt my toe. And, it’s YOUR fault!
Daddy: Really? My fault?
Isabella: Yes, I hurt myself because you didn’t move the sofa BEFORE I kicked it!
Daddy: And why is this wall here? You knew I was going to smash my head into it!
Mommy: And these bricks! You knew I was going to punch them!
Daddy: And this sand paper! You knew I was going to scratch my face with it!
Mommy: And these drawers! You knew I was going to pinch my fingers in them.
Daddy: And this Hell’s Angel biker! You knew I would run off with him when I turned 17.
Yeah, Daddy took it too far, yet again. (I do that…)
No, she never asked, “Daddy, what’s a Harley?” Thank God.