A canine conundrum

I am cleaning up after supper and I hear Tallulah yelling (in her throaty old black lady voice that she gets when she is real mad) " I told you no! I don't like it when you do that!!!" I discounted it for a second because the girls have been bickering basically all day, but then my mom radar said " wait a minute, Annabelle is in some other part of the house, who is she yelling at? " I stuck my head out of the kitchen to find that she has the dog in a headlock and is applying pressure.

Of course there were stop-that-this-instants and what-in-the-Sam-Hill-do-you-think-you're-doings? I briefly wondered if she needed counseling and was perhaps sociopathic, but then took comfort in the fact that very few seriel killers are women. Turns out the dog had "thumped me with her tail and I don't like it she she does that!" The dog, to her credit, was taking it all in stride looking just slightly annoyed, because she is essentially a good dog, despite the fact that yesterday, she somehow reached up onto the kitchen table and got a bag of pecan halves my mother had given me and ate most of them and the bag they were in...but I digress.

We finished cleaning, weeded the kitchen garden(can you imagine, dear reader, lettuces and herbs and flowers in a very cottage pottager style? Me too. But that is not at all what it looks like), cleaned up outside, came in got baths, did teeth and nails and hair and cleaned up their room a bit and read books and then I left them in their room with a few books to look at, so I could play on Facebook. Then, after a few minutes, Annabelle came out to tell me she was tired. So I went in to lie down with her ( yes, I am the bad mom that has to lie with her kids for a few minutes to get them to sleep--you wanna make something of it?? Meet me out back). Tallulah though still wanted to look at books. And of course wanted the light on and was prepared to scream and have a fit over it, as she has been prepared to do and has done all day long. So I told her to go to the living room and look at them out there.

"But, dere no one dere. Dat living room is scary and I want to say heaw."

"Well, then you need to be quiet and have the light off. Or you can go in the living room. You won't be by yourself. The dog is out there."

"Oh? De dowg out dere? Oh. Okay, I go be wid hehwah. She likes books."

And off she went. Happy as a clam, reading books to her best bud. Hopefully this time there would be no tail wacking.

So I made the mistake of buying "let it go" on iTunes today....

It is from the movie Frozen, which is awesome because in the end the true love ends up being sister love, which pretty much sums up life as far as I am concerned.

But after listening to it 32 times today, I was kind of sick of it, so I scrolled to something else on my kid friendly play list(kids friendly meaning no curse words not necessarily kid music) and landed on angel flying too close to the ground which is my favorite willie Nelson song (although how could you possibly choose?).

Then I hear this.
A( in an extreme whine) I want frozen

Me: we are taking a break from frozen

A: ok, but I want to listen to something like frozen

Me: but this is like frozen (In the sense that it is music)

A: no I want it to sound like Ana or Elsa.

Me: he does

A: no he doesn't

A: ok pretend that he does...

Then we all got quiet, which is the calm numbing effect that is willie Nelson, and soaked all that beautiful nasal twang and chromatic scales in and dethawed from our frozen trance.