The other day I was in my bedroom getting dressed and Biddy was with me. She clambers up on the bed and starts jumping up and down like she is on a trampoline. Of course, like any responsible adult, I tell her not to do this because she could fall and hurt herself.....or fall and dint the wood which would make my bed look ratty. And as you can imagine, she did fall and got her leg caught in the bottom of the bed. After extracting herself, the following conversation took place:
Me: did you hurt yourself?
Biddy: No (but said not very convincingly).
Me: I told you not to jump on the bed or you would get hurt. See, God punished you for not doing as you were told.
Biddy: Who's God?
Me: What?
Biddy: Who's God?
Me: You know.....
Biddy: Oh, yeah.....daddy!
Ha. He wishes.
POTW
6 years ago
