A week or so ago, my husband was finishing up our first-of-the-season meal on the grill. It meant sweeping snow off the back step and finding the grill accessories wherever we'd thrown them in the fall, but we were just so desperate for a taste, literally, of summer. And you're darn right it was worth it.
He had already called the kids in several times, and in true-to-self form, my son had hopped up and started scampering for the house, while my daughter announced, "Hold on," and proceeded to try to cram in three or four just-one-more-things before coming inside. Husband decided, instead of bargaining with her or even engaging her in another round of negotiations, to just roll his eyes and come inside, himself.
Three-year-old Jacob then turned around and said, to his almost-eight-year-old sister, "Emily, just get in the damn house." In precisely the same tone and inflection his father might have used.
It's just not even worth trying to responsibly suggest an alternative way of delivering the message when you're giggling.
LOL! Nothing like hearing your words coming out of their mouths.
Posted by: Fairly Odd Mother | April 15, 2008 at 12:01 PM
LMAO! Too funny!
More often than I like to admit lately, I have seen myself jump out of the Little Imp's mouth.
Posted by: Auds at Barking Mad | April 15, 2008 at 03:50 PM
Reminds me of the time my 2 year old son called a toll-booth operator a "freakin' idiot."
Posted by: Jenny Edwards | April 16, 2008 at 06:16 PM