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. 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.