TWO DAYS AGO…
Aryan Girl (age 3) is eating sweetcorn out of a tin, and gives some to her little brother (Little Wolf: age 9 months).
I see this and help, and eat a bit myself and the tin finishes. So I open another tin (Yes, I too sometimes succumb to the genetically modified, probably nanoparticle infested artificial creation they sell as sweetcorn).
Me: (opens tin, takes a teaspoonful of sweetcorn and eats it).
AG: DADDY! NO! You must pour out the water in the sink first.
Me: (looking at her with raised eyebrow, takes another spoonful and eats it)
AG: NO! Daddy! You are doing it wrong. You must close the lid so it’s only open a little bit. then go to the sink and pour out the water inside it before you eat it!
Me: (Now amused at my little rules Nazi with he curly blonde hair and blue eyes and heart of a Nazi Commander/Surgeon/2000 AD PSI-Judge, I take another spoonful intentionally)
AG: Daddy! NO! YOU MUST POUR THE WATER OUT FIRST!
Me: Ah? Yeah? And what happens if I don’t, and I just eat it? (Sarcastically and taking another spoonful)
AG: (waits in neurotic silence , possibly shaking a little for a couple of seconds, then…) YOU WILL DIE! (then turns around and leaves me, without another word, presumably to my fate.)
TODAY…
I open a new tin, she watches from the sidelines. I walk it to the sink and pour out the juice in it.
AG: YES! (Runs to hug my legs with joy and love)
AG: Now you are a good daddy. You did it right dad!
Seriously, if she ever becomes Empress, she will make my time as Supreme World Inquisitor look as lukewarm and weak as I would make Torquemada look. The pyres of bodies will be able to be seen from space.
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