There is nothing better than having a goofy kid

So my daughter does not want to share her frozen grapes. I was unaware of that.“Can I have a grape,” I asked, and stuck out my hand.She shook her head.I kept my hand out, awaiting a frozen grape.She continued to pick them from her bowl and pop them into her mouth, looking me straight in the eye. Which was weird, because she's on the spectrum and rarely looks anyone in the eye. But at this moment, she had to draw a line in the sand, I think. She was ready for a showdown over these grapes.“Just one grape?” I asked.She shook her head vigorously.“Why not?”She sighed. “Boys don’t like frozen grapes.”“That’s crazy!”“It’s TRUE!” she yelled.“Who told you this?”“Dracula,” she said and put another grape in her mouth.“Dracula told you,” I deadpanned. I had no idea what to say after that.Then realized that all I wanted was a single grape, a single frozen grape. Yet, now I was about to get in an argument with my daughter over whether or not a fictional monster knows more about boys than I do. I realized doing that would be irrational, something that would be expected of a six year old. Which, being a full grown man, I sometimes am. So I plunged right in.“Dracula is wrong,” I said.“No he’s NOT!”I frowned. “Did he tell you anything else?”“Yes.”She munched another grape, stared me in the eye, as if to say, I can outwait you, dad. She was right. Five, four, three, two-“Oh, for Pete’s sake, what else did Dracula tell you?’“He said vampires don’t like frozen grapes either.”“Seriously? So who does like frozen grapes?”She popped another grape.“Me,” she said. “Only me.”“I suppose I should have seen that coming. Can I please have a frozen grape?”She took a grape and put it to the side.“Not until it’s all warmed up."There is nothing better than goofy kids. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2uPFxDs