Q – Quiet Time Logic
Q – Quiet Time Logic
Mom: Let’s have some quiet time.
Babai: (whispers) Okay… but when does the quiet time end?
Mom: When the clock says so.
Babai: (squints at the wall clock) But it’s not talking Mumma.
Mom: (sighs) It means when the big hand reaches the 12 and the little hand reaches the 3.
Babai: That sounds suspiciously like forever.
Mom: It’s just 15 minutes.
Babai: In dog years?
Mom: ( firm look ) Years? That’s even longer if you keep asking.
Babai: Okay… lies down dramatically on the couch
But if I turn into a fossil before it ends, tell my dinosaur friends I tried.
Mom: Noted. Now hush.
Babai: (whispers again) What if I quietly tap dance?
Mom: If I can hear it, it’s not quiet.
Babai: What if you can’t hear it, but the dog files a noise complaint?
Mom: The dog’s deaf.
Babai: Then how come he hears me opening a chips packet from three rooms away?
Mom: That’s different. That’s a survival instinct.
Babai: (conspiratorially) So technically, if I eat chips… that’s quiet?
Mom: (gets up slowly) If you crinkle chips, quiet time becomes nap time.
Babai: (gasps) That’s illegal in kid law.
Mom: Well, I’m the Supreme Court.
Babai: (sits up like a lawyer in court) I object! On the grounds of snack-related emergencies!
Mom: Overruled. Silence or snooze.
Babai: (flops back with dramatic flair) This is injustice.
Also, I think my tummy just growled. Should I apologize on its behalf?
Mom: Apologize… silently.
Babai: So basically, quiet time is just… me lying here pretending to be a ninja?
Mom: That’s the spirit.
Babai: (muttering) A very hungry, possibly extinct ninja…
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Such an adorable conversation between a mother and child. The mention of kid law and the Supreme Court is cute.