Dear Husband woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something this morning. By the time I got out of the shower Dear Son was sitting in the middle of the floor with his shirt neither on or off--just stuck around his chin and the top of his head. Apparently he couldn't get his big Gates' noggin' (family joke) through the neck hole. He was screaming that Daddy wouldn't help him. Dear Daughter was also in a tizzy about something, which is nothing new, but she was blaming it on Daddy, which is prolly also nothing new. Dear Husband had that grouchy look about him as we went about the task of making his morning coffee in the kitchen. He had apparently left a wake of grouchy kids and chaos in his path and was now disengaging to find his Zen in a morning coffee mug. I came out dripping wet in a towel to see if I could discover who was dying and why. After I surveyed the circumstances and asked Dear Husband "What the heck?" he offered some half-assed explanation about how Dear Son wouldn't cooperate so he had left him to his own to figure out how to get dressed. I asked Dear Husband something to the effect of what crawled up his...only a tad nicer than that. As I headed back to the bedroom to finish drying my still dripping body, I heard Dear Daughter say, "Daddy, what time are you supposed to take your 'pill'?"
I was in hysterics. First, because Daddy doesn't take any "pills," (hmmm...Dear Daughter may have a point) and second because no one in our home has ever said this before. When I could catch my breath again, I asked Dear Daughter where she had heard that, and she said nowhere. I am sure she had to hear it somewhere because she's only five and this kind of humor is way too sophisticated for even her, but we still don't know where she heard it. Also, she couldn't possibly understand the concept of taking a "pill" to manage moods. Notwithstanding each of these points, she still used this quip in a most appropriate way. Even Dear Husband couldn't stop a grin and a swat to my butt as he blamed me for teaching this quip to our Daughter which she then used against him. (I'm innocent...I swear!)