I'm not saying that I purposefully mess with the littlest arguer in our house, but YOU GUYS. I totally mess with her. My current favorite argument started with her deciding she needed to take a cup of water into the car.
I do mean a cup.
Like, an open cup that will splash around and spill and generally ruin my day.
I let her take the cup because it was just water. Some battles are better waged in a different way. Like, by saying, "Don't spill it!" and "Make sure you have all three hands on your cup!"
Yes. Three. Three hands. I know very well the kid will give me hell about telling her to not spill, but I didn't know what she would do with "three hands."
"I have it!" she yelled out. Then she caught what I said. Her face melted with confusion. Then her brain followed.
"But I have one ... two ... I have two hands on my cup!" she finally proclaimed.
"You better get your third one on there!" I replied.
There is no greater prize in this world than a super confused kid. She's STILL, days later, trying to figure out where her third hand is and debating whether or not she should argue its existence.
Mission accomplished.
