Haylee: "Moooommmmm, my sarcophagus hurts". I laugh and say "honey, a sarcophagus is like a tomb that mummies are in", she says "oh, well I guess if it was my sarcophagus, my throat wouldn't hurt cuz I'd be dead."
I'm telling the kids to get ready to go, come on, come on, lets go, no you have to wear shoes not sandals, because it is cold out, yes, 50 degrees is still cold, come on Logan, did you brush your teeth? Go brush your teeth. Haylee stop bossing your brother. Did you brush your teeth? Ok comb your hair, Haylee you have to wear a jacket or a sweatshirt, yes you do, yes you do, Haylee. Yes You Do. Logan, where are you buddy, are you ready to go? Logan, it isn't play time, don't you want to go with us? Come on, put your shoes on. I don't know, one under the table in the living room and look in your room.There's only one table in the living room, check there. Come on Logan! Logan, you came home with both shoes on right? Then they must both be here. Haylee, brush your hair, no you didn't, well it needs to be brushed again. Sorry about that but you can brush it or I can. Logan, SHOES. Haylee I see the hat, did you brush your hair? Well too bad, you have to brush your hair. Logan, look your shoe is right there. Put it on. Haylee stop bossing your brother, did you do what I asked you to do? Logan you can't wear the shirt out in public you wore to bed last night, change your shirt, put on a long sleeve or sweatshirt. Come on Logan. Maybe you don't want to go mini-golfing, do you want to stay home? Logan looks at me dazed and says exasperated, "where ARE we going?" I say, "we are going to play mini-golf like we decided we would do today". "Oh! I wanna go! I wanna go! Where's my sweatshirt?"
This is the price you pay having free thinkers.
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