Katie has, somewhere along the line, become quite the little devil.
And tonight, she was very lucky to escape into her bedroom without finding herself grounded for the rest of her life…
You see, Amy’s duck went missing (I know, I know). It was a trauma among traumas. Chris was at a dinner and I had all three children. Charlie is sick (a cold). Amy is sick (a sinus infection). I am tired. And Katie? In a mood.
Katie beseeched me to look for duck. Amy was crying. There was screaming.
I looked. And looked. And looked.
I looked some more.
Amy was still crying.
And then it dawned on me.
"Katie," I said. "Do you have duck?"
Cute little smile.
"Nooo," she answered.
I pull up her covers from under her as she was lying on her bed. And there was duck.
"Yes, Katie, you did have duck. That’s not very nice at all. Why did you take duck?"
"But mom, I didn’t take duck. Somebody else must have put duck there."
Cute little smile.
Cue lights out.
