Honestly, it's nights like these that make me nervous about the teenage years...
Made meatloaf tonight. Vivi was unenthused. I use a lot of veggies in my meatloaf, so I tried to focus on that and convince her to take a few bites...
Me: "Vivi, take a bite, babe. It's just carrots and ketchup."
Vivi (in a very flat, unemotional voice): "Yeah. I don't see any carrots here."
Slightly later, we were playing in the living room...
Russ: "Vivi, don't put your barn on the table. Does your barn go on the table?"
Vivi: "It foes on the chair."
Russ: " That's right. It goes on the chair."
Vivi (wandering off, muttering): YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME!"
Oh boy. This should be fun in 14 years o so.