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Ok. I should know better then to try and have a rational conversation with a 5 year old. I'm sitting here working on emails and the child keeps trying to get on the table. I keep telling her to get off of it. She goes and finds a blanket and successfully gets it spread out on the table by herself since I am evil and I won't help her. We then proceed to have the following conversation:
5 year old: i put a blanket on the table. can i get on it now?
me: no
5 year old: pleeeeease?
me: no
5 year old: what about the cat?
me: no kids, no cats on the table
5 year old: what about dogs?
me: No kids, no cats, no livestock of any kind on the table
5 year old: why?
me: because I said so (god, I'm turning into my dad)
me: in fact, nothing alive is allowed on the table
The entire time, I'm concentrating on emails, but her mom is laughing her ass off at the conversation.
seriously. I'm thinking about calling Kaiser and seeing if my health insurance covers having my knees sewn together to prevent conception.