When I said it was time for bed, she ran off, angry that she couldn't keep coloring. I dashed after her, and found her still holding the magenta marker that she had been using. Forcefully, I grabbed it from her hand. Just as she was about to cry, I made a funny face and pretended that I was drawing on my tongue.Of course, that made her laugh - she realized I was just trying to be silly, that I wasn't angry, and now she wasn't angry about having to go to bed, either. Psychological warfare, confuse then amuse, always works. Normally, she'd go "don't write on your tongue! no!" However, this time -- she called my bluff. "Yeah -- write on your tongue! Do it!"Thirty seconds later, we're both looking at ourselves in the mirror, mouths open, admiring magenta smiley-faces on our tongues. I'm strangely proud that I could sketch with such accuracy on my own tongue. She is finding it hard to laugh with her tongue sticking out.
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