My adorable four year old is sick right now – feverish and miserable one moment, clammy and cuddly the next.
She’s also wicked moody.
Yesterday afternoon, while frying her little brain on some random cartoon, she saw a commercial for some kid website. She came running at me in the kitchen, begging me to find the website for her.
“Pease Mommy!! I wanna play on that dot com!! Can you find it for me?”
Of course, my answer was no. I’ll let her play fun little games on CBC Kids or Nick Jr, but I’m not about to let her be on some crap site that allows her to interact with other freaks on the internet. I am not crazy.
Correction: I am not THAT crazy.
I work in the “worst case scenario” mindset, so we will not be interacting with the disturbed today, thank you very much.
Well, the four year old did not like my answer and walked away.
Five minutes later, she walked up to me, put a piece of paper on the table beside me, and walked away, while giving me her best stink eye.
She’s a master at the stink eye. I’ve taught her well.
What did the paper say?
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
I shall frame it and keep it forever.
And I shall call it…..BLACKMAIL.