What could possibly have come from the mouth of my precious little 4-year-old daughter, Kali? This story that she dropped on me and Tiff this afternoon:
Kali: “Mom. Dad. We have to go now!”
Tiff: “Why, Kali?”
Kali: “To get the flashlights!”
Tiff: “What flashlights?!?”
Kali: “The flashlights that the bully took!”
Tiff: <snickering> “Uhh, John? You might wanna hear this one!”
Me: “What is she saying?”
Kali: “We have to go to the bully’s house to get the flashlights back! Uh huh, that’s sounds like a good deal…”
Me: “Kali, how are we going to get the flashlights back from the bully?”
Kali: “We’re going to tie him up with the rope and throw him into the fire, and he’s going to get all burned up.”
Me: “WHAT!?!”
<Kali repeats, quite adamantly!>
Me: “Kali where is this bully?”
Kali: “At his house!” <said with an obvious “duh, Dad!” attitude>
Tiff: “And where is his house at, Kali?”
Kali: “It’s far, far away. We have to get a whole million gas in the car and go get him!”
Tiff: “Kali, we can’t burn up bullies…”
Kali: “Yes we can! We have to get the rope, and…”
John: “Kali, if we tie up a bully and throw him in to the fire and burn him all up, then we go to jail…”
Kali: <disappointed> “Ahhh…”
Don’t mess with my kids… They will straight-up tie you with rope and burn you! I laughed so hard at this today, but secretly feel a little worried. Just don’t tell Kali that. I’m afraid of getting up in the middle of the night with a horse head laying next to me.
Blessings (LoL),
John
