DYLANism(s)…What a surprise!
I have never been around children too often before we had our own. So I do not know what is normal or what is amazing.
Monday night I just finished making dinner. I made dinner because Mom wanted to stay after work and go to the gym, with the New Years Resolution (atta girl!). Time was of the essence as the dinner was coming together, we had just gotten home from getting Mom a Sonic Reese Blast with extra Reeses, and Mom would be home soon. (I know, I am either a great husband, thinking of a Reese surprise for his wife or evil for bringing her a blast after her first attempt in the gym)
I put dinner on the table, without Mom being home. Dylan had just ignored my 4th attempt to get her in her seat, choosing to stay in my chair, stirring my water with my fork. Just then she knocked her chocolate milk on to the floor making a small mess. So I did something I should not have done. I yelled at her. I told her, “I have asked you 4 times now to get in your chair. Please get in your chair so we can eat!”
So Dylan quietly walked around to her seat without a word.
I had taken a few bites of dinner around a quiet dinner table when I heard Dylan tapping her index finger on her lip. I looked up at her as she asked herself a question out loud.
“Hmmm?”, she thinks. “What would make Daddy happy? What would make Daddy happy”, while looking at me.
You couldn’t help but smile at her with her innocence and good nature.
She said, “Daddy are you happy now? You are smiling. Are you happy now?”
Just then Mom walks thru the door. Dylan runs over to give her a hug.
Mom asks, “Am I missing dinner?”
Dylan enthusiastically responds, “We just started Mommy, but you can’t have your ice cream yet. You can’t have your ice cream yet.”
Mom asks, “Why not?”
Dylan answers, “It’s a surprise!”