At the zoo yesterday, Babess didn’t see the cheetah until I pointed it out. “It’s looking right at you!” I said. “Probably thinking ‘oooh that little girl looks yummy, I wonder how fast she can run?'”
Babess harrumphed. Mum jokes are apparently as bad as “Dad jokes”.
“I bet I could run faster than you if I was being chased by a cheetah,” I tried to get a smile.
“You can’t run faster than a cheetah!” she correctly assessed.
“But I don’t have to – I only have to run faster than you!” I joked.
“Then you can carry me,” she reasoned.
“Then I’ll be slower, and the cheetah will get us both,” I said.
She barely paused for thought.
“Then Dad can carry me.”
If that happens, I think I’m catfood.
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