Taking a couple seconds to report in on an actual conversation that just took place in my garage where I am cleaning and then in my kitchen…
“Mom can we have milk?”
“Yea, we want milk.”
“Does please ever leave your mouth without a reminder Anna Mae?”
“Please I want milk.”
“That’s not much better, but fine, ask Cole if he will PLEASE pour it for you.”
“Cole pour us some milk.”
“That’s not what I said to ask him.”
“Please, pour us some milk.”
Lots of unexplained noise comes from the kitchen – I head in to check on what is going on… Cole is climbing into the cupboards – Anna and Tru are standing, impatiently with their arms folded…
“Cole’s looking for cups.”
“Oh, just use the ones that were out for lunch and don’t jump off the counter your going to go right through the floor,” I wash out lunch cups and fill with milk. “Now why don’t you come outside and play while I work on the garage – it’s a beautiful day out here. What’s the use of having a mom at home if you are never hanging out with me?”
“We were giving you your mom time.”
“Cleaning the garage is NOT mom time. Mom time is like when I’m talking a bubble bath.”
“You never take bubble baths.”
“You never give me mom time.”
“Well, that was your big chance, it’s not our fault you decided to clean the garage and not take a bubble bath. Next time you should think about all your choices and plan your time more wisely.”
Man, don’t you hate it when they use your lines back on you?
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