Argument this morning:
Dad: DANILEY, YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE IN SERIOUS SERIOUS TROUBLE.
Daniley: I didn't mean to. (I hear this line 100 times a day; she thinks it's the anti-whip.)
Dad: YES YOU DID. YOU PULLED THAT WHOLE THING OFF. (dental floss--it was hers, I don't know why he gets so mad!!It's not like we're actually flossing. Besides you put your finger between the gaps in her teeth. Who needs floss?) YOU ONLY NEED A LITTLE BIT. I'M GONNA TAKE THIS AND CUT IT UP IN SMALLER PIECES AND PUT IT IN THE BAG AND WHEN YOU NEED ONE YOU CAN GET ONE. THERE'S IS NO NEED TO PULL IT OFF LIKE THAT. YOU HAVE SIX FEET.
Daniley: No Dad, I have two feet.
Mom: Hysteria.
Dad: (I don't know, I didn't hear anything after "I have two feet.")
hahahahah