dynamic elf

So, tonight, miz N rules-lawyered me for the first time. The girls were playing at the base of the stairs while starphire and I hung out and watched. S was jumping up and down in a bouncy chair, and N was running about doing, y'know, whatever it is she does, when she got it in her head to go upstairs.

Me: No, Natalie, we're not going upstairs right now. We're going to stay down here and play.
N: *thinks about this*
Me: Come down off the stairs, please.
N: *sits down on the first stair*
Me: Thank you! That's fine, you can sit on the first stair.
N: *stands up on the first stair*
Me: The first stair is okay, but we're staying down here, so no more stairs.
N: *teasingly starts up the stairs*
Me: No, stay down here. No more stairs. Stay on this stair, the first stair. The one with the crab on it. (*puts a toy crab on it*)
N: *thinks*...
N: *moves crab up a stair, climbs up, moves crab up another stair*...

Now, I'm sure everyone could see that coming but me. I have no idea why I decided that I should say "the one with the crab on it" and not "the one I'm sitting on" or, really, anything unaffectable by small girls, but there you have it. She found the loophole in my shoddy decree in less than five seconds.

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In other news, we have a long bike ride planned for tomorrow. Rather uncharacteristically, we were totally packed and ready before 11 PM. Like, clothes out, warm socks located, camera charged, bikes and gear in the car (which is full of gas), camelbaks stuffed full of goodies, diaper bag packed for N's day out with dancingwolfgrrl ready. Huh.