I Wanna Go Night-Night
Wed Nov 2, 2005 at 12:01 am |
Eliana-isms |
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Eliana loves to play on my laptop. Every day she asks to play and this would not be the day that the string is broken. As soon as she walked into the house this afternoon, it started.
"Dad, I wanna play on your 'puter."
"You can, sweetheart, but not right now."
"But Dad, I wanna play on your 'puter."
"I know you do, sweetheart, but not right now."
"Ohhhh...Daddy...I wanna play!"
"We're not gonna play right now. I'll let you play a little bit before you go to bed tonight."
Well, that seemed to satisfy temporarily. She busied herself with the coloring book and I settled into my recliner for some channel surfing. Maybe 30 minutes later, I pulled myself out of the chair and headed for the kitchen to start supper. A few minutes passed and Eliana rounded the corner from the living room, rubbing her eyes.
"Dad, I wanna go night-night."
She couldn't keep a straight face and started to giggle.
"Dad, I wanna play on your 'puter."
"You can, sweetheart, but not right now."
"But Dad, I wanna play on your 'puter."
"I know you do, sweetheart, but not right now."
"Ohhhh...Daddy...I wanna play!"
"We're not gonna play right now. I'll let you play a little bit before you go to bed tonight."
Well, that seemed to satisfy temporarily. She busied herself with the coloring book and I settled into my recliner for some channel surfing. Maybe 30 minutes later, I pulled myself out of the chair and headed for the kitchen to start supper. A few minutes passed and Eliana rounded the corner from the living room, rubbing her eyes.
"Dad, I wanna go night-night."
She couldn't keep a straight face and started to giggle.
