7 year old: "Muuuuuu-uuuum, can I have a DS soon?"
She thinks a minute. "Can I have one ever?"
"Hmmmm," I say. "Maybe. We'll see. But probably not."
She, frowning, "Everyone else in my class has one..."
"Do they," I say, chopping vegetables calmly. "That's nice for them."
She stamps her foot. "Don't you find that persuasive? That every other child my age in the whole ENTIRE WORLD has one?"
I laugh. "Every 7 year old in the entire world, huh?"
She has the grace to look abashed. "OK, no. But every kid in my class! Absolutely! Positively! Definitely!"
"Hmmmm," I say again. She looks at me hopefully.
"What are you thinking, Mum?"
"I'm thinking that I like your choice of words a lot, E. Persuasive, absolutely ... good stuff."
She sighs. "But I'm still not getting a DS, am I?"
She is silent for a minute.
"What if I ask Nanna and Papa for one for Christmas?"
I shake my head. "That's too expensive a gift to ask them for, love."
"What if I get a job walking dogs - or cleaning cars - or cooking or something - and save up?"
It's my turn to sigh. "I will talk to your Dad, OK?"
"YESSSSSS!" she fist pumps the air.
Outmaneuvered by a 7 year old. Not my finest hour.
Evelyn is growing up.
3 hours ago