Maisy has ANOTHER stomach flu. We are going back to the doc on Monday because I am getting seriously worried she has something wrong. They thought she had Crohns when she was little.
In my worry I got it in my head that this had something to do with the move. Old house…Lead paint…. Like that.
Me: Maisy, since we moved, have you licked any walls or picked off and eaten any little paint chips?
Maisy: Um, NO, Why would I do THAT?
There is a clear parenthetical YOU MORON in her tone. Like, why would I even ASK if she had done such a WEIRD, INSANE thing.
Scott: Have you taped a bunch of sticks to the ground in the backyard?
And here her tone conveys that this is the most normal thing in the world to do. OF COURSE! Who WOULDN’T tape sticks to the ground. Why aren’t you outside taping the rest of the sticks to the ground RIGHT NOW?
So. There you are. It’s tapehenge.