M is 10 and a half. Sometimes, that means that snarky comes to visit ...
Yesterday, M and snarky were rather good friends. After a while, I decided she needed to be reminded (in a positive way) why I'm the mom and she's not.
"C'mere." I said casually.
"Wha-aht?" M said as she began approaching me cautiously. (Apparently, she's learned that particular calm tone in my voice can mean there's a large surprise coming. Fortunately, she hadn't figured out what by the time she reached me.)
As M stood in front of me, she repeated, "Wha-ah-aht?" Her concern was increasing.
I just smiled, bent down, grabbed her around her legs, and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. (No small feat, since this daughter of mine reaches my mouth when she's standing flat-footed on the floor.)
As she began giggling and screaming, M alternated between cries of "HELP!!!" and "L, you have GOT to come SEE this!"
I saw no reason to end the lesson there. As L came running to see what the commotion was about, I hauled M from the back end of our apartment to the living room. I deposited a still giggling daughter in front of her younger sister, and stood back to admire the new respect that was shining in both daughters' eyes.
Of course, L had to challenge me. "You can't do that to me!" Being mildly strong-willed, I decided that she needed to see that I can. So I did.
She giggled and laughed, but she's a little quieter than her sister, so there were a lot more small "Wow!"s coming from my second load. I set her down and said casually, "Bet you didn't know your mom is still stronger and faster than you, huh?" (I raced them on the way to school the other day. Guess who won?) Then I walked away. 'Nuff said ...
After I walked away and left them to their activities, I heard my girls rehashing their adventures. "Did you see that?" "I didn't know she could do that!" "Wow! She's stronger than I thought."