We had our beautiful Liv this past Friday for a sleepover. I had a plan all set in place to make homemade chocolate chip cookies with her - yes the REAL ones. So I went to the store on my way home from work to pick up all the needed items to make a LOT of cookies, plus of course had my normal shopping to do. I come home and Poppa (what Liv calls Al) goes out to get the groceries. I, of course, doing my nighttime ritual after work, go right into the bathroom for a moment. While in there, I hear all this banging and Al's muted voice coming from somewhere. I assume everything is under control by "Poppa" - so, no worries. A few moments later I come out and Al tells me a good story. Yes... our precoscious Livia locked Poppa out in the garage while he was trying to come through the door with groceries - (he had every bag on his arms and in his hands, a bit heavy). He yells through the door for Liv to please please open it. She yells back at him "just use your key Poppa!" Trying to exert some patience, he yells back, "Liv, I don't have my key with me".... please the groceries are heavy so open the door". Liv... the trickster that she is, says "Oh Poppa, just use your key". Now Poppa is getting a bit frustrated and starts kicking and banging on the door to get my attention - but me, busy in the ladies room am assuming all is well out there with Poppa in charge. HA! So Liv finally opens the door - Poppa comes in a little wound but "relatively cool headed" wanted to tell me the story. We had a little chuckle. Later in the evening, Liv goes out to the garage chasing the puppy, and Al jumps up, runs and locks the door. She comes to the door banging and knocking and Al yells, "Liv... just use your key". Being the spunkly little 3 year old that she is, yells "Poppa, I don't have my key with me". Al plays this game for a bit and succumbs before panic sets in. He opens the door, Liv comes in, and she looks at Poppa and says, (a bit bewildered) "you were tricking me weren't you"? Moral to this story... she really knew he didn't have his key... little smarty pants WAS tricking Papa!
I die.
15 years ago
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