ExSqueeeze Me???

So, we were at a party tonight at my sister-in-law's house. We were celebrating... um, I think we were celebrating my husband's parent's being in town from L.V. They were in for a wedding. The kids and I didn't get home until about 11 p.m.

Anyway, I had to jot down a funny story before I forget, even though I'm excruciatingly tired.

When a bunch of Filipinos get together, there tends to be a lot of gambling (and yelling, thumping, laughing). So, amongst all this noise, I register somewhere in the back of my mind that Sophia is following me around. She's repeating something. Which isn't unusual for her, because she repeats EVERYTHING she says until she gets an answer. Even if it's just a "huh" or something like that. I tune in to her and hear that she's repeating, "Mommy, can I play?" Uh, honey, there are a TON of kids playing all over the house, and as far as I know, you were JUST playing, so WHY are you asking me if you can play? Of course you can play, Sweetie! Wait, what? What exactly are you talking about? She starts pointing in THAT general direction. I look. There's a lot going on in THAT direction. I think at first she's pointing at the laptop her cousin is playing on. Uh, no, Honey, you can't play on that laptop. She runs off a little ways towards the door. Over by the door, there's a table set up, where about 7 or 8 people are gathered around, playing some sort of card game, and gambling (and yelling, thumping and laughing). They're all kind of looking at me with little smiles. Uh, WHAT did you want to play, Honey? Whereupon my honey says, "Mommy" (spreads her hands palms up with fingers splayed out), "it's only ten dollars!"

Wait, what? What just happened here? My baby just hit me up for some money to gamble. She's not even 3 yet! I don't think either of my other two kids has ever asked me for money before. Stuff, yes. Money, I don't think so.

We all got a good laugh over it, and everyone repeated the story around the house. Looks like the gambling gene got passed to my Sophia. I didn't, however, let her play, and she didn't get any money from me. She forgot her money woes shortly thereafter, however, after falling on her 'bumpkus'. Really, she fell on her head and bumped it, but told me she fell and hurt her 'bumpkus'. No, Baby, your bumpkus is down there. Pat, pat on the patootie. That other thing is your head.