Me: “Amy, why is the desk in the middle of the room?”
Amy: “What desk?”
Me: “The only desk in this room.”
Amy: “That desk?”
Me: “Yes, the one in the middle of the room. Why is it there instead of against the wall.”
Amy: “Blanket.”
Me: “You had to move it to get your blanket?”
Amy: “Yes.”
Me: “Well, would you please move it back?”
Amy: “I can’t.”
Me: “Why not?”
Amy: “It’s too heavy.”
Me: “If you moved it away from the wall, you can put it back against the wall.”
Amy: “I can’t.”
Me: “Why not?”
Amy: “Because I could only move it to get my blanket.”
Me: blink blink
It’s genetic! (Mine are acting more like Daddy every day. It’s gonna be a long, hot summer!)