Among the conversations I never thought I'd have

Let's set the scene: I'm downstairs on the computer, trying to figure out our 2006 taxes, after having already put the girls to bed. And yet. I hear the patter of little feet as Uno runs to the top of the stairs to yell down to me....

Me: Uno, get back to bed.

Uno: But Mom, I can't! Dos won't stop screaming at her chicken and burping!

[I should interject at this point to note that Uno and Dos have been sharing a room for a week or two now. Mostly without incident.]

Me: Ugh. Fine.

I tromp upstairs to give Dos a talking to. She is in her Santa suit -- which she insisted on wearing instead of pajamas -- clutching her toy stuffed chicken with a look of well practiced innocence.

Me: Dos, stop screaming at your chicken and burping. Uno, IGNORE HER.

Uno: But Mom! I keep saying Shhhhh and she doesn't listen to me!

Me: If she does it again, don't say Shhhhh or anything. Just close your eyes and pretend like you're asleep. Dos, I mean it. Cut it out.

Dos: I'm not Dos, I'm Santa Claus.

Me: Santa Claus, cut it out and go to sleep.

I give them kisses and leave, shutting the door behind me.

Dos: BEEEEEEELCH!


~RCH~