Nedadive.

So.

We decided on Friday that we weren't going to cook dinner. Just too lazy, let's say.

It's about 6:45 p.m., and we're driving to the area of our town with all the restaurants. The girl is in the backseat (in her carseat, duh), starting to get the droopy eyes. She usually goes to bed about 8, and it's starting to get dark early around here now. So she was thinking it was about time to start snoozing. Being verrrryyy quiet back there.

We get to the bottom of the exit ramp, and I ask the hubby where he wants to go.

Then comes the hemming and hawwing and complaining. Whine, whine whine. First it's "I don't want to go there, we may as well have gone to the PIZZA place if we're going to go there." Then it's "Well, I WANTED to go to (x) place, but YOU don't want to so...." and on and on with the complaining, instead of being productive and helping me find a place that we actually CAN eat.

So I tell him if he doesn't have anything positive to say, then shush. I'll find a place on my own.

So when he opens his mouth with another rude, whiny comment after, I say "negative". I'm just kindly reminding him to look on the bright side, right? So here comes another complaint.

"Negative."

--complaint--

"Negative."

--complaint--

And here comes a tiny little tired voice from the backseat-

"Nedadive."

HAHA!
Needless to say, we cracked up. I gave her high-fives and "Allllll right! Stick with your Mumma, girl!" And she says,

"Allllll right!"

What a little copycat.

I <3 her. With my whole heart.