It's only been 22 months since we moved in this house, and while we still haven't finished unpacking, we finally, finally got gas logs for our fireplace. Cozy, isn't it?Since we like to pretend we're high class around here, we got a remote control. (And since we're not fancy high class, we only got an "On/Off" remote, rather than a "variable remote"- one you can actually change the flame height. By remote control. I'm not kidding.)
BigM was at school when they installed the logs, so when the installers finally left, I hid the remote from LM and told her to say a magic word. Voila, the fire appears. She looked at me through squinty eyes and said, "My not do dat. You do dat, Mama."
Gig's up, lady.
When BigM came home, I tried the same trick and we spent a good ten minutes of her trying all different magic phrases (only "Abracadabra" worked, in case you were wondering.) I was laughing so hard I was crying, while LM was rolling her eyes, clearly superior to all our nonsense.
We probably should have gotten her a variable remote. She's obviously more sophisticated than the rest of us.
She was also most unamused when the new logs set off the fire alarm.
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