Funny kid. Implied.

My writer buddy, Pamela, is always posting funny things her third child says, and I think it must be a syndrome. She cracked me up today, and it reminded me it was time for another Kristen says ...

Sunday afternoons have turned into a kind of tradition for my middle child. Several of her friends are driving -- including Aaron, the boyfriend. Between the time we go out to eat after church and before youth group, their little cluster always wants to go to the park and hang out.

Each Sunday, it's the same conversation: Have you finished your homework? Have you done your chores? What's your specific plan and who's driving? And so on. We always try to emphasize that she ASK and not TELL. (Hmm, kind of sounds like a writerly problem, doesn't it? You know, show, don't tell.)

So, last Sunday, Emilie was peeking her head into the window of the car and the following conversation ensued:

Emilie: We're gonna go to the park, and ...
Me: We're gonna? Yeah?
Emilie: Asking. Implied.
Me: Just checking. Okay.
Kristen: Can I go? And can we fly our kite?
Emilie: (Sighhhhhh.) Maybe. (Walking away from car, out of hearing.)
Kristen: Without Aaron. Implied.
Me and Todd: (Cracking up.)

She must be missing Sister/Sister time.