This morning Farrah wanted to play a game with me. "Let's make silly faces!" It's not one of my favorite games, but she enjoys it a lot and I think mostly because she's learned how to cross her eyes and thinks it's hilarious. Well, we'd gone a good 5 minutes going back and forth, back and forth. Finally, I went for a different tactic. I proceeded to pull my lower lip out and then down...further and further and further. "Mama, you're freaking me out. You're freaking me out! YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT!!!!" Of course, her face filled with terror only made me want to continue doing it even more and then add a little more by lifting my tongue back and showing my tongue veins. I'm such an ass. "STOP IT MOMMY!!! I DON'T WANT YOU TO RIP YOUR LIPS OFF!! DON'T PULL YOUR LIPS OFF OF YOUR FACE!!!" I stopped and started to scream laugh so hard. And my poor fragile daughter began to cry. I had to explain that I wasn't going to rip my lips off my face and they were back to normal. No harm done. Then she said, "I was afraid if you ripped your lips off your face you would die." I'm SUCH an ass. Big hugs after that and a promise that I wouldn't try to pull my bottom lip out ever again.
However, I reserve the right to pull my bottom lip out as far as I can should she be disrespectful or not minding me. I'll remind her how awful she's being with the threat of ripping part of my face off. I'm not sure who wins there though. But I'm sure it takes less energy than a good ol' fashion scolding.