not THAT one....
This afternoon, my five -year -old, Hannah, had what should have been a simple request, but I just had to get her giggling when she asked me for an apple. She didn't just ask for an apple: she wanted a green apple. Oh, and could I slice it? No not with a knife, with "that new slicer-thing you got for Christmas. Not the one that turns, the one you have to push down". And please, just one more thing: take the slices apart from each other and serve it in a bowl. Not just any bowl: the My LIttle Pony bowl, the pink one. I really needed a pencil and paper to get the instructions straight, but instead I said "Wow, Hannah, you are being really specific". You guessed it... "What is specific, Mommy?". "Well, specific means knowing exactly what you want, and how you want it," And I then proceeded to tickle her funny bone by listing all the possible ways she could have had that apple, doing my best Hannah voice. She thought it was hysterical.
"And is specific a good thing to be Mommy?"
As I pulled off the last slice of green apple from my fancy new apple slicer and carefully placed in the pink My Little Pony bowl I saw she had gotten exactly what she wanted , so I had to say "Yes, being specific is a wonderful way to be!"