I know, you’re ready to fight and give me 10 reasons why your significant other is better, but no.
Tonight my daughter was in “a mood.”
Are you picking up what I’m laying down here? Do you know what it’s like to have a 6 year old GIRL in “a mood”??
I can’t honestly say what her problem was, but she was giving me the stink eye and I was trying to love her through it–until dinner.
She was pitching some sort of fit and not looking at me, so, being the thoughtful wife I am, I passed the baton to my husband [sound familiar? He doesn’t let this stuff get under his skin like I do.]
To try to get her to smile–at least–he joked that her meal was called “crack-up chicken” and that just one bite would leave you in stitches on the floor.
She was not having it.
So, what’s a reasonable person to do?
Please observe the master of laughs in our house: