Just further evidence for when I’m committed to the asylum:
Me: Do you know why I asked you to come in here and sit down?
Her: No.
Me: Can you guess?
Her: No.
Me: Okay, well it is occuring to me lately that you do not do what I ask you to do the first time I ask it. I have to ask you several times and even then, like today, you push the envelope.
Her: An envelope?
Me: Never mind. Let’s try to stay focused on what is important.
Her: I don’t have an envelope.
Me: It’s just a figure of speech.
Her: Like when you stand up in front of people?
Me: Not really.
Her: Why do you need an envelope?
Me: (grrrr…) No. Forget the envelope! What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m tired of asking so many times for you to do something. When your Daddy asks you something, you do it the first time. Is there some reason for that?
Her: Yes. He is much bigger than you.
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