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when I peed on that stick:

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…

2 Comments
  • Gogo
    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!

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