Busted by the Babysitter

Wednesday nights Marc and I play volleyball at the church. Our awesome friends Matt and Jeanne take the kiddos for us. When we picked them up tonite, Jeanne shared with us something Charly's been trying to pull on her the last couple of times. Apparantly once we're gone, Charly will walk into the kitchen with a deep in thought kinda look on her face and hands on her hips and say something like this to Jeanne, "My mom always lets me have....." (here's where she usually asks for candy or something mom doesn't always give her), to which Jeanne has always answered..."Charly?.......Do I look like your mom?" and Charly usually gives an awe shucks kinda smirk and says, "Noooooo."

I guess she figured it wasn't working like she'd been planning it all in her head, so last Wednesday she started with..."My Dad, let's me...." turning to face Jeanne she can see Jeanne's already on to her...she stops (shaking her head) and finishes, "but....you don't look like my dad do you?" Laughing Jeanne says, "Nooooo." Gotta give the girl credit for trying.