Argument heard from my office:
J [angry and defiant]: You can't get a cell phone if I can't get a cell phone.
A [matter of fact]: Daddy said I could get one.
J [more angry]: He did not! You can't get one! You're just a crybaby!
A [starting to cry]: Daddy said if we win the lottery, I could get one!
J [unmoved by the fact that the cell phone is mythical]: You'll never get a cell phone, I'm going to get it first!
The entire conversation deteriorated further, resulting in wrestling, tears, and a stay in their separate corners. Oy!
4 comments:
Ah, lil’ slipknot gonna get a phone eh? And isn’t amazing how something as vague as “when we win the lottery” can be taken so literally by the innocent!
But how innocent is mister slipknot anyway?
Hmmmmm…….
very cute :)
J is definitely not innocent and it bothers me! He's like a wild horse...just itching to get free of the reigns. I find myself longing for the days when I could pick him up in my arms and smooch him.
And no! Slippie isn't getting his own phone until he lands a job and can pay for his minutes...lol!
Thank you, Butcher...my children are nuts.
They should earn talk time by the number of pages they have to read of classic literature.. Wouldn't that bring tears to any child's eyes?
-k
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