Friday, February 22, 2008

The big girl who cried wolf...

We were in the car today (kids, my dad, and me) and baby boy kept tossing his stuffed dog into the floor. Then he'd call "Doggie! Uh-oh, doggie!" to get my dad to pick it up and give it back to him. After Dad did this a few times, I told the boy not to throw his dog anymore, and I said something about not being a little boy who cried wolf. Big girl piped up to ask what I meant about wolf, and I explained, briefly, that there was a famous story about a boy who called for help all the time when he really didn't need it, and then, when he did need help, people were reluctant to believe him. She said - quickly, and with a grin on her face - "Help! I need help!" Not even four, and already a smartass.

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