A Story About My Daughters

I put my daughters to bed almost every night. It's part of my routine. I'm away from the house all day every day while I'm at work, and I enjoy telling them good night. And they enjoy routine too. And occasionally they say or do something funny.

Maddie and Mary are two and a half now, and Mary's gotten pretty talkative. Mary's been going through a Daddy's girl phase lately, and Maddie has definitely NOT been going through a Daddy's girl phase. So early last week, I put the girls to bed, and I asked Mary for my night-night sugars. (That's a goodnight kiss, if you're not from around here.) So Mary stands at the edge of her bed and gives me my night night sugars.

Then I ask Maddie if she wants night night sugars, and she tells me, loudly, "NO!"

So Mary, defending her dad, starts yelling, "Kiss him, Maddie--kiss him!"

I just snickered and wandered on back out to the living room. It's wonderful seeing my daughters get such a command over the language that they can actually have an argument over whether or not one of them is going to give the old man a good night kiss though.