Cat and Tate were playing upstairs while I was working in the home office. Tate, age 5, approached me with a clipboard, a piece of paper and a pen.

“I need you to review this contract and sign it,” she said. “On second thought, you don’t need to read it, just sign it.”

“What is it for?”

“It is a tuck-in contract and it says that you will tuck Sissy and I in tonight using nice words.”

“Sounds reasonable to me” I said and signed my name on the line she had drawn next to a scrawling X.

A few minutes later, I went into where they were playing and announced it was time for lights out.

“Okay, but you have to lay here with us and and entertain us all night until we fall asleep,” Tate said.

“Nice try, but no.”

“Yes you do” she yelled. “It’s in the contract you just signed. Don’t make me sue you to force it, Mommy.”

“ENFORCE it, and where does it say that? I thought I signed a contract agreeing to tuck you in and use nice words, but I don’t recall agreeing to entertain anyone.”

She grabbed the piece of paper and pointed to a few random small lines at the bottom of the page. “Right there Mommy. Don’t blame me if you didn’t read the fine print.”