The goats are all settled down for their Friday night movie time in Goat #1’s room, and the DVD is still showing previews when Goat #2 bursts into the office, so excited she’s tripping over her own feet, to ask me: “Mama? Mama, can I have dat Polly Pocket moobie? I loooooooove dat Polly Pocket!”
And I think to myself, Hmmmm. There are worse things she could be asking for. And I am a little tired of Dora….
So I say to her: “Well, we’ll have to talk to Daddy, but MAYBE.”
And she says, “Oh, THANK YOU MAMA!” and runs back to Goat #1’s room, ecstatic.
And I’m thinking, She’s really happy for a little kid who just got a very noncommittal “maybe” out of her Mama…
And then I hear her tell Goat #1, with much excitement: “I just asked Mama for dat moobie, and she said MAYBE!”
And Goat #1 says, skeptically, “Do you know what ‘maybe’ means?”
And Goat #2 shouts gleefully, “Dat means YES!”
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