"Mom, come meet our new ladybug!"
"Oh, you found a ladybug? How old is it?"
"It is 12 years old," Lauren replied, as she counted its spots. "And it is yellow."
"Cool. A yellow ladybug."
"I am just glad it is not white."
"Oh?"
"Because white ladybugs are cursed."
"They are?"
"Yes. I read it in a book."
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Master Negotiator
"So, we wanted to know if we swept off the steps and the front porch, will we earn a quarter?" Lauren asked.
I closed my eyes, thinking about this. "You each want a quarter?"
Lauren nodded.
"Well...ok. I suppose it is worth 50 cents..."
Lindsay piped up, "Actually, I want four dollars."
I laughed.
Lauren added. "Wow. I didn't think to ask for four dollars..."
Lindsay said nothing and continued to stare at me earnestly.
"I'm going with 50 cents..."
"Ok," Lauren said happily.
Lindsay scowled and picked up her broom. Glancing over her shoulder, she muttered, "I'm going with four dollars."
I closed my eyes, thinking about this. "You each want a quarter?"
Lauren nodded.
"Well...ok. I suppose it is worth 50 cents..."
Lindsay piped up, "Actually, I want four dollars."
I laughed.
Lauren added. "Wow. I didn't think to ask for four dollars..."
Lindsay said nothing and continued to stare at me earnestly.
"I'm going with 50 cents..."
"Ok," Lauren said happily.
Lindsay scowled and picked up her broom. Glancing over her shoulder, she muttered, "I'm going with four dollars."
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