We were flying through Wal-Mart when I spotted it: Bolt. On DVD. Two whole days BEFORE it was supposed to be available. Of course I felt the undying need to buy it because I am SUCH a law breaker. (Shhhh . . . don't tell the Feds.) We had big plans to spend the evening watching the movie as a happy little family.

However, before Mr. Husband could finish up whatever it is that he does upstairs every evening, Alexis committed a major sin. MAJOR. I won't publicly rat her out, but it was BAAAAAD. I was left with no choice but to put the kibosh on the Bolt viewing.

I was sad.

Mr. Husband was sadder.

Sometimes it really sucks to be the grown-up, but there it was.

Alexis, for her part, was also not very happy with me. When Mr. Husband appeared, she pulled the ago-old trick of asking The Dad when The Mom has already declined the request. He did the wise thing and maintained the united front.

But.

Then he sensed a shred of weakness emanating from my being.

He told Alexis, "Y'know, you really should apologize to Mommy, and if you want to watch Bolt, kiss her butt."

Alexis looked at me, grinned her cheesiest grin, and said, "I sorry!" as she walked towards me. She crawled up on the couch next to me and started grabbing at my leg. "Momma, I can't see your butt!" she said.

Mr. Husband and I started laughing. "What are you trying to do?" I asked.

"I can't see your butt!" she repeated. "I need to kiss it!"

The Classic Toddler Misunderstanding Moment? Way more fun than watching any silly movie.

(Yes, this is Day Two of the Tutu Monster.)