Place: Family Room
Time and Day: Sunday morning 10 am
I am feverishly searching the net for the perfect recipe to try out the slow-cooker I bought a week ago. I’d stumbled upon this humorous, engaging thread on some hub on slow-cooking experiments gone bad, and was oblivious to the daughter and munchkin’s conversation behind me while they work at the Wii. Until
Daughter: Mom. Mom. MOM!
Me: eh, yea, what?
Daughter: Munchkin wants to play tennis with someone.
Me: Ok, play.
Daughter: Yeah, but she wants to win.
Me: o, that’s nice..[still paying minimal attention]
Daughter: So can you play then?