Monday, January 30, 2006
Not so fast...
Max reminded me today that when it comes to children, progress doesn't happen in a straight line. We were getting ready for the arrival of a friend's older twins (yes, two sets of twins, one fraternal, one identical--what are the odds of that?), and the playroom was a big mess.
Me: "You guys need to clean up before Will and Grace come over to play."
Max, thinking I was out of earshot: "Boo, if you do it, I'll cheer for you." And in a deep, throaty voice reminiscent of frat boys rooting for a football team, Max began to chant: "Clean! Clean! Clean! Clean! Clean!"
Me: "You guys need to clean up before Will and Grace come over to play."
Max, thinking I was out of earshot: "Boo, if you do it, I'll cheer for you." And in a deep, throaty voice reminiscent of frat boys rooting for a football team, Max began to chant: "Clean! Clean! Clean! Clean! Clean!"
2 Comments:
He's management material, all right!
Do you really have friends with kids named Will and Grace? Are the other ones Dharma and Greg?
If you get two steps forward for every one step back, the net result is progress.
*crosses fingers"
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