And the sad thing is... They are my children!
Worker #3 was getting ready for school. And , being the evil mother that I am, I decided that we had time to mess with him a little bit.
Me = "B... You can't go to school dressed like that!"
He looked confused as he checked out his clothing....
Him = "Whats the matter with my outfit?"
Me = "You can't wear those socks."
Him = "Whats the matter with my socks? They are clean, they match..??"
Me = "They are on the wrong feet B!! Your a big boy now and can wear your socks the right way."
Him = "Huh? the wrong feet???"
Me = "Yup... the left sock is on your right foot... you better fix em."
Him = "**sigh** ok."
He changed his socks from one foot to the other.
Him = "There. Better now?"
Me = "hmmm Nope, they are still wrong. Good grief child... get it together already!"
Him = "But?... ok.... I'll change em around again."
He changed the same socks to the other foot again.
Him = "Better?"
Me = "No B, they are still wrong.... come here and let me help you." ...
***pause***
Me = "Oh!! I see what the problem is! You have on two left socks! oh my thats silly isn't it?"
He giggled
Him = "I guess it is."
Me = "now go get a right sock for your right foot."
The poor child brought me no less than 13 socks until he brought me a right sock for his right foot.
Poor Poor B.
It kinda sucks when Mommy gets bored.
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Worker #3??? And I thought he was the smart one! :o)
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Ok, that's mean. And totally something I'm going to do when my kid is old enough to understand the concept of socks and feet.
Oooh, that's just mean. And I love it. I am sure its something my dad would have done. I am sooo gullible... poor kid.
I have got to try the that on my # 2 and 3 becuase they will fall for it.. Rea Rea......
Hmmm...that might actually work on my husband....
It's mean and so TOTALLY something I would have done when my were still young and gullible enough to go for it! Hey, we gotta have our fun where we can!
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