Beaner is going through a big Daddy phase right now- which means she wants Daddy, and only Daddy, to put her to bed at night. That’s fine most of the time, but tonight the Hubs is sick. He’s battling a bad cold and really doesn’t have the energy and patience to deal with the bedtime dance.  So before bedtime, I sat the Bean down and we have a quick conversation- Daddy doesn’t feel good, he needs to rest, so you just need to say goodnight to him once and then go to bed, ok?

She nodded her head earnestly and says “OK, mama.”

But I could tell she was not really listening, so I asked her what I said. Without missing a beat, she goes “Blah blah poopity blah.”

And that right there is why I love my daughter and why I’m scared to death to see what she’s like as a teen.