Dylan and I were enjoying a fun, relaxing time on our deck this afternoon. I filled up the small pool, Sawyer and Lo were napping and I was relishing in spending solo time with my eldest. Until.....I heard this:
"Mama, gimme a pretzel."
I said "Dylan, that was rude as you are eating a popsicle right now and don't need a pretzel AND you didn't say please."
Dylan thinks for a minute. I'm hoping he is offering up a Hail Mary for the souls in purgatory due to poor manners. Not so. His response - "if you don't give me a pretzel, I'm going to put this popsicle on my tinker."
I ponder this threat over and say, "I don't give a shit. Go ahead."
Bluff called.
Dylan says, "I'm sorry, Mama. I'm not going to do that." And we returned to our sunny Sunday.
1 comments:
HAHHAHA!! Love it. Ben has had a case of the rudeness the past few weeks too. If only he would offer such consequential threats!
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