Out of the Mouths of Babes

So, we're sitting there, having some lunch today. The whole gang of us.

Annabella slammed most of her lunch, then asked for another hot dog. Once she got it, the whole tone of lunch changed.

She grasped it firmly by one end. She then extended her arm out over the table. "Guess what this means?"

To which I clasped my hand over my mouth, not wanting to hazard a guess.

"It means yes. And this," she exclaimed, turning it downward, "means no."

Generally Andrew and I murmured something to the affirmative, but avoided each other's eyes. Once I did make eye contact with Andrew, I couldn't help but stifle a giggle.

Giggling in the 6 year old vernacular means "please do that again and again, ad nauseum." That had to be avoided at all costs.

Once I looked back at Annabella I found myself saying, without even having to think first, "Please stop rubbing that on your face."

To which, she quickly held it out toward me and pronounced, "It doesn't even hurt!"