Ok. Has this ever happened to any mom besides me?
Just now, Hubby came in and asked if he could have a drink of my lemonade. My what? I don't have any lemonade. What's in that cup?
Then Evie piped up, "Dad! That's my rock! Don't drink it."
Why is there a rock in a cup of soapy water sitting on the counter? Because it was dirty, of course! Duh.
Dad told Evie that she shouldn't leave cups of soapy water on the counter, and she replied that she had asked Mom and Mom had said it was OK.
When did she ask me??? "Mom," she said, "I asked if I could wash my rock and you said, 'Yeah. Ok. That's fine."
When? While I was typing at the computer.
Hold it!!! Teachable moment...
"Honey," I said, "when you ask me a question or tell me something and I'm typing at the computer and I say 'Yeah. Ok. That's fine.' That means, 'I didn't hear a word you just said, but I love you very much.' That doesn't count as telling me something or asking permission. If you need permission for something, I need to be looking at you directly. Using your name in a sentence is better."
We had a good laugh together (since Dad hadn't actually taken a drink of Evie's rock).
The cup of soapy water is still on the counter. FYI: don't drink it. It's not lemonade!!!