Saturday, March 14, 2009

Fiona picks a career (or corrupting a minor, part I)

Last Friday, I had some neighbors over to play poker for fun. During the first hour, the girls were still up and not very willing to accept that Daddy couldn't pay attention to them. Fiona came up at one point, pointed to the poker chips, and asked:

Fiona: What's that?
Daddy: Poker chips.
Fiona: For what?
Daddy: For the game Daddy is playing.
Fiona: You're playing poker? With chips?
Daddy: Yes.
Fiona: You're a poker player!
Daddy: Yes.


So all week, Fiona has randomly been announcing to everyone: "I'm going to be a poker player!"

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