rain rain go away
Naw, it’s not really raining over here, just figuratively. I have a throwing-up kid, dear little Wacky Boy. Fever? Yes. Fever? No. Throwing up still? Yes. Then no. Then we’re better. Then we’re not.
Gotta blame it on something. And… Wacky Mommy out.
Edited to say:
“Why can’t I go to someone’s house? I’m not throwing up at the moment.”
That is classic 6-year-old logic for you.
Also:
“Shark Week isn’t on? Why do they call it ‘Shark Week’ if it doesn’t start ’til seven tonight? Huh?”
Discovery Channel, don’t mess with us.
Edited at 2 o’clock to say: Argh. He locked me out of the house!!!! I ran across the street to say hey to our old friend, who’s working in the neighborhood this week. Then came back to a locked front door. Outwitted!
me: Little pig, little pig, let me come in! (My friend is across the street, busting up. I’m thinking — aiiiiiiiiiiii…)
Wacky Boy: NO! (finally relents, unlocks lock. and pulls stool over to unlock deadbolt. Nice!)
me: Don’t lock me out again.
Wacky Boy, dismissively: Well. It’s your own fault for not taking your keys. (Next breath…) It is not FAIR that my sister gets to play at a friend’s house and I don’t. I’m not even SICK anymore.
me: (deep breath.)
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Well I’m glad he’s not sick anymore! Why can’t you let him go play? Mean Mommy!
;) j/k
July 29th, 2008 | #