Yesterday at breakfast Cole and I were having the same fight over food. He doesn't want to eat it and I seem to think he needs to. He has been doing better but it is always a struggle. I tell him he can't play with his "tape duck" (a little rubber duck that is suppose to be a mummy. He got it for Halloween last year) until he eats 10 cheerios and the bacon he ordered. I leave the kitchen for a minute. Then I hear this conversation:
Sage: (in a very authoritative voice) "Cole, you can't play with your toys until you eat your food!"
Cole: (in a very angry elevated voice seeping with hate for being ratted out) "SAGE YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!"
Sage: EAT YOUR FOOD!
Cole: YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!
I am in the back room laughing my head off. I know I should go in there before it gets to elevated and out of control but it sounded like Sage was handeling things just fine.
Kids are kids. You gotta love them and may be in situations that you are embarassed by them. They are who they are and I won't apolagize for my children being children.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
I am that redneck!
I was at my in-laws the other night. My mother-in-law starts telling me a story about her co-worker who was going to visit her mother. She looked over and saw this little boy with his shorts around his ankles peeing off the front porch. I just laughed. She continues with telling me where the mother lives...Yes, that was my son!
I should have guessed because why else would she have told me the story. I asked her how the lady knew who it was. She knew that William lived over by her Mom somewhere and then told Linda (my mother-in-law) where the house with the naked boy was. Ding ding ding.
I should have guessed because why else would she have told me the story. I asked her how the lady knew who it was. She knew that William lived over by her Mom somewhere and then told Linda (my mother-in-law) where the house with the naked boy was. Ding ding ding.
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