Ooo, she got mad when we out-cheated her….
M to D: You’re It!
(chase ensues, D rather hindered by several heavy bags of groceries)
M: T.O!
D, deciding to play the game her way: No, only metal poles with signs on them are T.O.
M: This rock is T.O. just for me.
D: That’s cheating! You’re cheating again!
M: Mama, you’re It!
Me: (also staggering under the weight of groceries) We’re almost home — you two better run!
(M & D run)
D has a sudden burst of brilliance: Guess what? Mommy secretly made me It. (touches M) You’re It! Haha! T.O.!
M, furious: NOOOOOOOOO! THERE IS NO SECRET IT! YOU’RE WRECKING MY GAME!