The simplest things

Alice is starting to feel better, and that makes me happier. I'm starting to get over my cold too. It's nice that she is more herself and not just freaking out when the smallest thing happens and she's unable to deal with it. It's like we've got our girl back - she got rid of her evil twin Malice.

It doesn't mean that she's not testing me, that she's not pissing me off at dinner time. She takes food... holds it over the floor... looks me in the eye and holds it for a good minute, then drops the food. The faintest hint of a smile curls her mouth.

It's all that I can do to hid my smile.

I'm both pissed off and entertained. I hate wasting food and I hate it when someone else does it. Especially by dropping it on the floor that I now have to clean. When she's older I'll make her scrub the floor, Cinderella style. (She can have a fancy dress made by the best mice tailors.)

A relative on facebook has commented that whenever their little girl does something bad, her first response is "I love you Daddy!". How are you supposed to deal with that? That's not fighting fair at all and I can so see our little one pulling that kind of crap on me. But I'll get her. I'll make her endure the pain and suffering that parents have been inflicting on their kids for eons: I won't let her leave the table until she's eaten her veggies. Bwahahahahaha!!!

Her leading me on. And it starts...