Becca gets more and more insistent as I'm playing with her. "Elmo?" she says. "Elmo? Elmo! ELMO!" I (passing the blame) say, "Daddy won't let us watch Elmo." Becca pauses, and then says, tentatively, "Ear drops?"
It takes me a minute, but then I say burst out laughing. When we give her eardrops, she has to lie on her side for 10 minutes, which is i.m.p.o.s.s.i.b.l.e to accomplish without an Elmo video player (and only fractionally possible with one). I ask her, "Becca, do you want ear drops so you can watch Elmo?" to which she slyly responds, "Yeeeesss..."
And SuperDad finally relents.
|The little stinker!|