My 3 year old thinks her life is a big game of Let's Make a Deal. Except, without farm animals and appliance prizes.
"Here's the deal," I say, trying to rationalize with her.
I'll wait while everyone laughs at me trying to rationalize with a 3 year old....Okay, good, you're done.
"You can either put your pajamas on now and have time to read books before bed. Or you can dilly dally and waste all of your book reading time."
"Well, here's my deal," she tells me with much attitude and her hands on her hips. "First, I'm going to do a big jete and then a spiderman handstand. Then, I'll put my pajamas on. And then, you can read me books."
Obviously, she doesn't understand in Let's Make a Deal the audience isn't allowed to create their own deals.
"K, if you dilly dally I won't have any time to read you books. Put your pajamas on NOW," I tell her so kindly with an abundance of patience.
"But that's not MY deeeealll!"
I guess she feels my deal's a zonk.