(Click on image to make it larger)Here is my Proof.
First, let me explain . . . A few nights ago, Daniel came to me at about 9:30 and said he needed to have a talent to share with his class, for the following day. Ugh. It was late, I was tired, and feeling a little sick and ready to relax -- NOT ready to plan a song and dance routine! We ran down a list of ideas: singing, dancing, telling jokes, making faces, drawing pictures, etc., etc., but nothing sounded golden to Daniel.
Charles was lying on the couch, reading, and he kept saying, "Just make a paper airplane."
No way. Lame idea.
Meanwhile, Sammi came out of her room (after being told numerous times to go to bed) and she kept throwing out ideas, distracting and frustrating Daniel. (Daniel frustrated is like watching the Incredible Hulk turn green.) William was also running around in circles, squawking -- not helping.
I needed quiet to think and be creative and we all told Sammi to, "Go to bed, right now!" and "She was not helping!" So, off she went to her room where she drew this dramatic picture (above) and she came back out to the living room, and set it on my lap.
Charles and I had a good chuckle over the picture, as Sammi was being dramatic and working the tears -- she was hoping daddy would break down his defenses and feel sorry for her. (He is a sucker for Sammi's drama. Wrapped around her finger, he is.) Somehow she weaseled her way next to his side on the couch. Charles has gone soft in his old age.
As you can see from Sammi's interpretive art, I am a beautiful, caring, kind, loving mother -- the epitome of glory and motherhood. (I just LOVE the look on my face!) Charles is reading and "ignoring everything" as every good dad should. And her brothers, well, you can tell they adore her. Oh, and take a good look at Sammi . . . small, in a vulnerable position, crying on the floor. How very sad for her. So very, very, sad.
Her well-crafted plan worked. She knew she could win over her daddy with dramatics (and creative art) and stay up later. He just does not understand the female-mind like I do. I understand Sammi too well to fall for her stunts. I was the queen at licking my fingers and smearing tears on my face. Worked. Every. Time. :-)
Sammi is lucky that Daddy does not know the things I know about the minds of little girls -- he will bend to her will, because he does not understand. She is just lucky that I am a push-over, when daddy falls for being a push-over. I just can't resist when Charles goes soft. He weakens my defenses. :-)
I just wanted to record this picture so I could remind myself, and let everyone else know, I am the . . .
Best. Mom. Ever.
And now you know it for sure.
When all was said and done . . . Daniel made a paper airplane for his talent.
This made me laugh so hard! My 8-going-on-16 year old daughter is the same way with the art work and the drama. Gag! She does get along with her dad much better than with me but the poor girl does not have Daddy wrapped around her finger. How very sad for her. So very, very sad. LOL!
ReplyDeleteWait. You PUT SPIT ON YOUR FACE TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE YOU'D BEEN CRYING?? hahaha. You deserve this. hilarious.
ReplyDeletedoesn't get much better than this....oooh, from the mouths of babes..... ;) this is going to be a family classic for sure!
ReplyDeletehow did the plane fly?! :)
That is SO AWESOME!!
ReplyDeleteWe definitely have our share of girl drama around here. And yes, that daddy/daughter relationship is a special one!
So, I have to say that my fake tears worked mostly on my brother. :-) Yes, it was gross, but it was worth it.
ReplyDeleteAlso, though Daniel made a paper airplane for his talent, he also brought paper for the whole class. He taught everyone how to make a really cool airplane and then they got to fly them! What I thought would be a lame idea was actually awesome. The class loved it! Maybe I should listen to Charles more often!