Sing or I'll Scream
Ah, to be a nearly-four-year-old again! Hannah's logic is simple (transliterated in "adult speak" by me):
Dad, it's Sunday: your's and my hang-out-and-watch-football day. While I regularly demand, "Out! Out!", I was surpised to see us heading out at 9:30am this morning to walk ten minutes to the Max train. The air was brisk (but you thought to layer my clothes - good, Daddy); I enjoyed the change in scenary.
But then we got on the train. The first twenty minutes of motion was fine. The lady across the way talking to you and to me was nice (but why do they always want to ask what's wrong with me?). After that, to be frank, the ride got to be same-same.
Didn't you realize I would need my morning nap by now?
So you'd better just sing. Sing those couple of songs you know, and do that "Peas, Porridge Hot" thing that Mom does with me. C'mon, the ride's not getting any more interesting.
How much farther? Fifty minutes!
Okay, sing. Sing or I'll scream.
-- Dad
Comments
I think you've summed it up perfectly - Sing or I'll scream. I've also seen versions around here more like Sing or I'll throw myself on the floor, but same thing. :-)
Posted by: Jennifer in OR | January 10, 2008 08:52 AM
So much for that fun idea. But your heart was in the right place.
Posted by: Terry at Counting Sheep | January 10, 2008 06:42 PM
Jennifer,
Yes, it comes in more shape and sizes, doesn't it. Always someone to attempt to exert control over the parental units.
Terry,
Yes, we tried. We did accomplish our mission, though (trip to the Boat Show at Expo Center & a long ride on the Max), so all in all, a good father-and-daughter trip.
Posted by: Rob at Kintropy | January 12, 2008 04:14 AM