The F Word

"Daddy, I know a 'F' word."
"Say what?"
"I know a 'F' word."
"What 'F' word do you know?"
"Fortune cookies!"

Relieved. For now.

FLASHBACK

FLASHBACK from this date in 2011:

"Daddy, can I have a ice pop?"
"Yeah, give me a minute."
"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy, can I have my ice pop, please?"
"Hang on."
"Daddy, look at my hands."
"What's wrong?"
"No ice pop."

Priorities.

"Liv, Liv... why do you keep bothering me? I'm trying to finish your homework."

Forfeit

So, we were playing 'ballon volleyball' in the living room. First one to 30 wins. After my 10-5 lead, Olivia started cheating. So I decided I didn't want to play anymore.
It wasn't until after she went to bed that I found her score sheet. Not only did she give herself 30 points (with a star next to it), but she scratched my name off completely.  I laughed and thought, "that's something her uncle Chris would have done when he was a little kid."

Self Taught

"Daddy, how do I write 'YOU ARE WRONG!'."
"Why do you want to write that?"
"Mommy. She made me mad."
"Don't write that to mommy, Liv"
"I'll figure it out......myself."

Change of Heart

I was just about to call her into her room to clean her messy and cluttered desk.
Then, I went on to clean it myself.

FLASHBACK

FLASHBACK from this date in 2011:

Olivia recited the pledge of allegiance, and I was like,
"Whoa! My baby is so smart!"
She replied, "YES I IS!"
Guess I spoke too soon.