Me (teetering on the edge of feeling either super-human or just generally insane after the usual morning rush to get up, feed cats, make coffee, get child up, get said child dressed/washed/fed/hair-do’ed, put dishes away, make beds, gather and put out trash and recycling - all within about 45 minutes): “Samantha, it’s time to get on the potty so we can get you to school.”
Samantha (digging her heels in and burying her elbows and her face into the couch): “I don’t want to.”
Me (looking up at Steve and suppressing the overwhelming desire to laugh out loud): “Did she really just say, ‘I don’t want to?’”
Steve nods, trying to hold back his own smile, looking amused.
Me (to Samantha, a little worried about what the answer might be): “Why not?”
Samantha: “Because…because…I don’t want to.”
Good answer, child.
Couldn’t hold the laughter back that time.
4 comments:
Ha ha ha, love that beacause Sammi! Hope you get some of those on video!
Love it!!
I'm impressed that you make the beds. It happens a few times a year here, ha!
---Jen
I feel your pain. You are amazing to do it all in 45 minutes and still have the beds ready.
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