Just about every morning (early morning) we are awoken to Baeleigh lightly knocking on our bedroom door (we have a safety knob on the outside to keep certain someone's out). She then proceeds to go through just about any excuse she can think of to get us to get up and open the door to let her in. This morning it was, "mommy, Mooooommmy, ....you didn't turn my fan on last night." It can range from "I'm hungry" to "my arms are cold". She cycles through a new excuse when the first didn't work until either we give and open the door, or tell her to go back to bed.
Anyway, it reminds me of the Saturday Night Live skit with Chevy Chase as the shark that tries to get people to open their front door with lies about who he really is so that he can eat them - "Postman", "Newspaper delivery boy", "Pizza". I can't help but at least snicker just about every time I start to hear the tapping on the door.
No comments:
Post a Comment