One More

Oh, lord help us. She's learned the end-all-be-all of stalling tactics. "One More...."

That's right. Whenever it's time to end an activity, Miss Mouse suggests that perhaps just one more would be best. One more story. One more sticker. One more cracker. For some mysterious reason, she also points to one cheek with her index finger while making her request.

Now, demands for more stories and songs and food are one thing. I can say no without too much trouble. But I defy you to deny the small winsome creature who stands in her crib, holds out her arms, and says plaintively "one more kiss" as you're trying to leave the room.

Of course I went back.

My next escape attempt was met with "one more hug!" Then she went back to "one more kiss" but by then I was prepared and I blew her a kiss from the doorway. She grudgingly accepted this compromise.