"Baloney!" he told her. "I call, baloney! You know what I like to do with baloney? I like to put it on a sandwich with lettuce and EAT it!"
Big eyes filled with tears. "I don't want to be a SAMMICH! Please don't eat me, Papa!"
The same happened again a few nights ago when she asked for food.
"There is no more food."
"We aren't going to feed you again, we ran out."
And instead of getting the joke, she burst into panicked tears and began sobbing. (Of course, we fed her and hugged her and told her were were only teasing.)
Four-year-olds are entirely too serious.
Here's a photo from an open house a few weeks ago:
She is so pooped right now - she got up nearly an hour before the alarm, and although she was nicely quiet and let us sleep, did not go back to sleep herself. She's eaten two cheese-and-mayo sandwiches, and I'm hoping she'll finally go to sleep for at least a little nap before I have to go get her up.
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