Monday, February 18, 2008
Fury and Pragmatism
Boo wasn't ready for bed. The hours we spent today romping outside in San Diego-like weather weren't enough. The bedtime show didn't suffice. The bath was too short. The art projects were unfinished. We were having a trainwreck of an ending to a blissful day. Standing before the sink, his pout erupted into angry tears.
"You are the worst mommy EVER, and I'm never speaking to you AGAIN!"
I brushed vigorously for quite a while. This gave him time to reconsider his position.
"But I AM going to speak to you at breakfast. Because you know that I'm ALWAYS HUNGRY."
"You are the worst mommy EVER, and I'm never speaking to you AGAIN!"
I brushed vigorously for quite a while. This gave him time to reconsider his position.
"But I AM going to speak to you at breakfast. Because you know that I'm ALWAYS HUNGRY."
3 Comments:
Oh my, that's funny. Lucky for you that he's always hungry... I guess he'll have to speak to you at lunch and dinner, too.
Thank goodness you are a wonderful provider of delicious food early and often-that will keep him coming back to you.
Maybe not talking to you at night is not such a bad thing if it means you get a few hours of uninterrupted peace and quiet.
A principled stand, or a full stomach.
It's a common male dilemma. ;-)
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