Because I've got eyes in the back of my head . . .
I brought you into this world, and I can take you out . . .
Keep it up and Santa may put you on the naughty list . . .
Because I said so . . .
Ah, the logic of parents.
My girls are small enough to still believe almost everything I say. Especially if I say it with any sort of authority.
From personal experience, I know this will not continue into the teenage years.
Case & point (I was about sixteen):
"Dad, are there onions in this?"
I can't stand onions. I can taste them in everything.
Hubby and I went to the Waffle House once and my order of hashbrowns had been cooked on a griddle that at one point in time had onions on it. I nearly choked on the first bite - they had a distinct onion taste. I wasn't even hungry after that.
Back to dinner with my dad.
With a look of complete disbelief, he answered, "How could you tell? I minced them up! You can't even taste them."
Being a smart*ssy teenager, I responded, "If you can't taste them, then why are they in there?"
"For flavor." Too late - Dad was soooooo busted.
I just grinned from ear to ear and pushed my bowl away.
- I had gotten too big for him to knock me into next week.
- I had gotten old enough to take notes for my own parenting manual. Too bad I was a perfect angel. That manual is not helping me deal with the temper tantrums and mischievous actions of my own girls.