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Poof!

Mallory: Mommy, can you do magic.

Me: Yes, I can.

Mallory: What kind of magic? Can you show me a trick? Can you teach me?

Me: No, it's a special kind of mommy magic. You have to be a mom to understand.

Mallory: (sighs in disgust, leaves the room)

A few moments later:

Mallory: Daddy, you know how to make a person disappear, right?

Chris: Um, what?

Mallory: You know...like, can you make a person disappear from one room and reappear in another? Like magic?

Chris: No. Why would you think I could do that?

Mallory: Well, Mommy says she knows magic, and you're much smarter than Mommy, so you must know how to do it too!

Chris: You think I'm smarter than Mommy?

Mallory: Uh, yeah. So can you make me disappear?

Chris: Mallory, even real magicians don't really make people disappear. It's just a trick. They find ways to make it look like they've done it, but no one can actually disappear.

Mallory: Oh.

(Pause)

Mallory: So, can you make me disappear now?




In the end, Chris and Mallory did put together a disappearing act and performed it for me and Phoebe. Phoebe was both astonished, and, I think, a bit alarmed when Mallory "vanished." When she realized that her sister could also reappear, she kept asking to see it again, and again, and again.




On an unrelated note, it's hard to play Hangman with someone (Mallory) who spells badly. I got "hung" on a word that turned out to be: "amaracn". "What's that?" I asked, and my daughter says, "American, of course!"




Update!

(Conversation between Chris and Phoebe, who is flipping through a Disney Kids' Cookbook)

Phoebe: Look at that, Daddy! That looks delicious!

Chris: That's a chef salad. You wouldn't eat that.

Phoebe: No, I wouldn't! Look at this one, Daddy! It looks wonderful!

Chris: That's a taco. You wouldn't eat that either.

Phoebe: No, I wouldn't! Look at this one, it looks really good!

Chris: That's a ham sandwich rollup. You wouldn't eat that.

Phoebe: No, I wouldn't!

And so on.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Pretty funny - from both girls.

Mom
aimee said…
very funny! (Hi, I'm back!)

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