My 3-year-old and 4-year-old daughters were playing quietly. And You know what That means.
So I say: girls. What are you doing?
Both Girls: (quickly) nothing! But can you open this box?
They hand me a big box filled with Hawaiian warrior chess pieces– you know the kind with the chiseled features and the big bodies– which belongs to my 12-year-old son. I hate to see them broken (because they’re very… Artistic) so I tell them.
Both Girls: please?
3-year-old: but Steve (from Blues Clues) says, “you can do anything that you wanna do!”
How on earth do you argue with that?