In which The Five-Year-Old is irritatingly wise beyond her years

Vintage Victorian postcard (Image via Squidoo).

Scene: Mommyo, sleeping in after a rare night out. The Five-Year-Old walks into our bedroom and shakes my shoulder gently (for her). I pretend to keep sleeping, hoping that she’ll give up and go away (like that ever works).

The Five-Year-Old, plaintively: “Mommyo, can you please get up?”

Mommyo, petulantly: “I don’t want to.”

The Five-Year-Old, sagely: “Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.”

Happy New Year, everyone!

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