"Now Missy"

The scene - We're all four out for an early dinner at Sweet Tomatoes. Tom gets up for something leaving the three of us at the table. Charlotte, new at the whole "drink milk out of a sippy cup" thing (we started last week) spit some of her milk out at the end of a drink. Nicholas walks over to her and says:

"Now Missy. You may not spit. Unless you are brushing your teeth and you have toothpaste. Do we have a deal?"

He then proceeds to shake her hand, goes back and sits down at his chair. I was dying...and then replaying all the times in my head when we've made deals with him and shaken on them. Yet another reminder of the endless recall of a four year-old. I am glad to know that the "no spitting" mantra has taken firm hold.