We Don’t Negotiate With Terrorists

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The Hubs and I took the kids to the park after dinner tonight.  We had to take two cars so the Hubs drove the kids there and I drove them home.  Evidently on the way there, the Hubs told them they could drive a special way home.  Too bad no one shared this piece of information with me, so I drove right past that “special” way.

You would have thought I ran over our dog with the way Scorch reacted.

He demanded I turn around immediately to go back the way he wanted to.  The problem is that the way he wanted to go wouldn’t take us home, so I told him I’d go another way that’s even more fun because it’s right by his best friend’s house.

He didn’t buy it- cue the waterworks and the demands.

“If you don’t turn around right now, then you have to give me two marshmallows when we get home!”

“If you don’t turn around right now, then we have to go to the store first thing tomorrow to buy me a toy.”

“If you don’t turn around right now, then I’m going to need 3 books tonight to make this up to me.”

And on and on and on.  All I could do was laugh and simply tell Scorch that I don’t negotiate with terrorists.  He didn’t understand, but he didn’t get anything he demanded for either.

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About Heather

I adore my family, writing, books, cats, lazy mornings in bed, and chocolate. I'll never say no to breakfast for dinner, long talks with friends and lazy summer days at the pool with family. I've somehow morphed into a crazy sports mom, a skier and someone who lifts weights. My life is often crazy, always awesome and one I'm so happy to be living!

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