It is almost four on a week day afternoon, we are fresh off of a magical little vacation;
I am home alone with two kids and it’s that time of day when I’m counting the hours (maybe minutes) until my partner, my husband, their dad, comes come.
And I just had the following conversation. Let me just emphasize here that I am quoting verbatim:
Kid: I’m hungry. Can I have a snack?
Me: Sure. (And so I ran downstairs and got her a bowl of Kixx cereal. They’re supposed to be kid tested. Or something.)
Kid: No. I don’t like this food. I wanted candy. I only want candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy. I only like candy.
Me: Ok.
Kid: I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like candy. I do NOT like babies…
I only like graham crackers.
Only 1 hour 52 minutes to go…
March 12, 2014
I’ll take a graham cracker if you’re already going down to get one. Also, maybe some candy too. If it’s from last Easter, no candy. Thanks!
March 12, 2014
Gogo, I’ll get you fresh crackers AND candy AND babies.