I am working on revisions for my manuscript. I have highlighters, Post-Its and pens of every color and it is too much for my children to bear. Emma spent the last fifteen minutes trying to convince me to give her my hot pink highlighter.
Emma: Can I hab dat Momma?
Me: No.
Emma: Pwease, I be bery carepul wid it.
Me: No, honey. I need it so I can work. You have your own markers.
Emma: I not hab a pink one wike dat Momma. I not.
Me: Sorry honey, you can’t have it.
Emma: Well, if you share wis me I’ll be you best fwiend eber. But if you not share, I not be you best fwiend anymore. (The look on her face was priceless, I could see her little mind spinning and thinking of all the things and body parts she would color…)
Me: Well, sorry. You still can’t have it.
Emma: OK Mommy. Can I sit in you wap?
