Okay, so we weren't actually at the table but close enough. We were babysitting our adopted nephew, Elijah, when he and Bella spied me munching on some chips. Drat. I was forced to share but not without squeezing in some training. I made the little beggars practice their polite words.
"Say 'Mommy (Aunt Amie) chips, please.'" They parroted back sweetly and I rewarded them with chips.
Then Tim came slinking up to me. "Can I have some chips?" he asked. "Okay, but you have to say 'Amie, I love you. You're beautiful. And...you're thin.'" No. I am not above forced flattery. Or lies. =) But that wonderful, loving, smart mouthed husband of mine is a bad, bad puppet.
"I love you and you're...thin...beauty."
Hey, wait a second.
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