Election Day happened to fall on Karenna's dance night, which meant no time to work, vote, go to dance and cook. We opted for Subway.
Chris had a leftover half of his sub. The kids watched him unwrap his sandwich like to little vultures ready to move in on his pickles.
"I want those," Karenna said, mistaking his jalapeno peppers for pickles.
"Trust me," Chris told her, "You don't want those. Wait a minute and I'll get your pickles."
As he was dividing up the pickles, however, a sneaky little hand dove in and took them anyway. What started as a self-satisfied "I-have-your-pickles-na-na-nana-na" grin melted into a nearly teary "what-did-I-get-myself-into" gag.
Needless to say, we won't be having jalapenos again any time soon.
Chris had a leftover half of his sub. The kids watched him unwrap his sandwich like to little vultures ready to move in on his pickles.
"I want those," Karenna said, mistaking his jalapeno peppers for pickles.
"Trust me," Chris told her, "You don't want those. Wait a minute and I'll get your pickles."
As he was dividing up the pickles, however, a sneaky little hand dove in and took them anyway. What started as a self-satisfied "I-have-your-pickles-na-na-nana-na" grin melted into a nearly teary "what-did-I-get-myself-into" gag.
Needless to say, we won't be having jalapenos again any time soon.
Correction my dear. I will be having jalapeno peppers whenever I choose. Karenna I think will choose not to do so. Of course, she learned that sometimes Daddy isn't teasing when he says things. All in all, this was one of those valuable life lessons for her. Heck it didn't even require stitches.