Sometimes I wonder why we thought it was a good idea to teach our kids to talk. And by sometimes, I mean today.

The was the situation in my house after school today between Beaner and me:

Mo-om, I said I wanted hot chocolate. Get it for me now!

Excuse me? Want to try that again.

Get it for me now, puh-lease!

Umm..still not good enough. Let’s get rid of all that attitude.

I. Want. Hot. Chocolate. Please. Mom. (foot stomp)

Nope- still not feeling it.

Jeez- how many times do I have to ask?! Can’t you hear?

Cut to 15 minutes later, after a time out and some time to reflect.

Ok. I’m sorry. May I please have some hot chocolate?

Absolutely. Take a seat and I’ll make it.

The Bean walks over to the one chair of the 8 she could pick that has papers on it. She sweeps them all to the floor.

Nope- absolutely not. Please pick those papers up and set them down on the table nicely.

No.

Excuse me?

No. I will not pick them up. You do it.

I didn’t make the mess, missy. You best pick them up now or no hot chocolate for you.

Fine. I didn’t want hot chocolate anyhow. It’s stupid.

People, it’s a wonder that I don’t drink living with this child.