A few weeks ago, Sammi and her friend Kayla were playing upstairs in Sammi's room. I was sitting in the living room when they both came downstairs.
Sammi: "Daddy, can Kayla and I have some cookies?"
Me: "Not now honey, it's almost dinner time."
Sammi: "But Daddy - we are having a picnic with our dolls upstairs and we need cookies."
Me: "No Samantha, you will spoil your appetite."
Sammi looked at me with her big brown eyes - so full of the innocence and wonderment of childhood...
Sammi (in her syrupy, sweetest little girl voice): "Please Daddy - I don't get to play with Kayla very much and we just need a few cookies for our dolly-picnic."
Me (crumbling): "Oh sure. Just get a 'few' cookies though, and you have to promise to eat your dinner."
Sammi jumped up and kissed my cheek. "Thanks Daddy! You're the best!"
Sammi and Kayla ran into the kitchen to get their cookies.
My son Forrest, who had been sitting on the loveseat reading looked up at me and rolled his eyes.
He didn't reply, he just shook his head and went back to his magazine.
A few seconds later I saw the girls running up towards Sammi's room with more than just a 'few' cookies.
Kayla: "I'm surprised your Dad let us have these cookies right before dinner."
Sammi: "I'm not. I just gave him my 'puppy dog eyes'. Works every time..."
Forrest (laughing under his breath): "Sucker."
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