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

Vintage Victorian postcard (Image via Squidoo).

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!


About Shala Howell

I write about wildly curious kids, rabbits who hunt dragons, and 1880s Boston. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), I blog about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at, muse about books and the writing life at, or tweet about books, writing, science, & things that make me smile at @shalahowell.
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