On the King Aurthur Carrousel at Disneyland, Olivia and I sat next to one another. As the horses were whirling round and round, I said to her, "Your horse's tongue is sticking out." It was meant to elicit a silly laugh, as so many other odd statements like that will from a four year old.
She has been on a sassy streak. "Don't look at my horse," she commanded.
"Why?" I asked.
"You can't look at my horse," she announced.
"Don't be rude," I said, but I got the same kind of illogical response.
Finally, I gave up. "Fine. If you want to be sassy to me, I'm going to tell Pinky Pony that you were cheating on her," I warned.
Pinky, you should know, is one of her absolute favorite toys, because it's pink, with shiny tinsels in her pink flowing mane, and flower decorations on her flanks. Pink, shiny, flowers. It really doesn't get any better.
Olivia wasn't sure how to regard this threat, and looked at me blankly for a couple seconds. Then she took a visual cue from my tilted-up head and raised brows that this was an offensive statement. I wondered how she was planning her defense.
"You better not or she will hate you forever!" she yelled in her high pitched voice. Inside, I was doubled over laughing.
Outside, I said with my best poker face, "Then you have to be nice to me."
It worked. Pinky waited faithfully at the hotel room and was none the wiser at the end of our day.
Also reach me via DianeAko.com