Molly just threw a few toys into the hall. Her way of saying, "I'm not ready for nap time thank you very much." So I march down the hallway ready to do my stern mom voice and tell her under no uncertain terms it IS nap time. I swing open the door and Molly is caught standing in the middle of her room surrounded by the toys she just got out. In her hand is a toy frying pan. She's caught. She KNOWS she's caught. So she looks at me, holds the frying pan up, and whispers, "Pancakes?"
I burst out laughing.
I know that is the LAST thing you're supposed to do when you're kid is misbehaving, but I couldn't help it. It was hilarious. Especially her delivery.
Once I recover from my burst of laughter I kneel down in front of her and attempt to sternly say, "Nap time."
Molly looks me in the eye. Nods. Puts down the toy frying pan. Sighs. Then says, "No pancakes."
I laugh again.