Ten minutes ago, I had this conversation with my little girl.
Screaming, thrashing, tears running.
"M, what is wrong?"
"WATER IN MY EYE!" (Side note: water or shampoo in the eyes is the equivalent of a Cat. 5 hurricane in the Benson household.)
"Here, let me wipe your eye for you."
"NO! I NEED A BANDAID!" (Hardly able to understand over the screaming and thrashing, not to mention the two times I've used a bandaid in a time of real need, the bandaid caused more trauma than the injury.)
"I'm NOT putting a bandaid on your eyeball."
"I WANT A BANDAID ON MY BALLS!" (Said without a tear or a thrash in the tub. The water was eerily still. So quiet in fact, that H heard her scream this all the way downstairs and we heard his laughter.)
Yep. She makes her daddy proud. That's my girl.
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4 comments:
Hahaha, that's hilarious. Water in the eye is a real catastrophe here, too.
Ha ha ha! Your daughter RULES for saying that - too funny!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am SO totally laughing OUT LOUD! I just love her. Oh, thank you for helping me get such a good laugh after such a hard week.
I can't believe I am so behind over here!!! Bandaid eh? I have heard Himself utter similar sentiments recently after close encounters with the kitten hahahahha
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