The Weekly Erinism- Sunday, October 18th, 2009

Laureen was getting ready for work one day earlier this week, and I was in the kitchen heating up some leftover pizza for Erin. Laur was in and out of the bathroom and our bedroom as she went through her regular prepping for work routine. Meanwhile, Erin was in the living room, sprawled out on the floor, dilligently working at assembling her Care Bears puzzle. When the oven timer sounded, I opened the door and was met with the pleasing aroma of reheated, day-old pizza. I pulled the slices from the oven, cheese still bubbling, and deposited them on a plate for Erin.

"Erin, your pizza is ready. Come on in and get the plate," I called out to her from the threshold of the dining room.
"Dadoo, you can just bring it to me in here," came her shouted reply.
Laureen happened to be walking by at this point, and snickered as she asked me, "What did she just say to you?"
"Erin, that's not gonna happen. Come on out here and get your pizza," I shouted back.
"That's OK Dadoo, I think you should just bring it to me."
I looked at Laureen as she began to laugh. Feeling slightly emasculated, I tried again, a little more sternly, "ERIN, COME OUT AND GET YOUR PIZZA IF YOU WANT TO EAT LUNCH TODAY."
"OK!!!!" Then, a moment of silence. Followed by a loooonnnngggg, loud sigh that was audible in the kitchen. Laureen looked at me and we both quietly cracked up as we heard her stomping footsteps coming from the living room to the kitchen. When she entered the room, we did our best to hide our smiles as we turned to face her. Standing there in the doorway of the kitchen was the most miserable looking little girl that I think I've ever seen, pout, sad eyes and all.
In a very small, pathetic voice, she said, "Dadoo, I just wanted you to bring me my pizza. When I say you should bring me my lunch, you should just bring me my lunch."
"Oh yeah? Well, we'll see about that," I replied as I walked away, trying to hold back my laughter.
Erin picked up her plate and sadly shuffled back into the living room. Unbeknownst to Erin, Laureen was right behind her as she entered the living room, and heard her mutter under her breath, "We WILL see about that, if you say that to me again."