On the phone
Me (stressed): Server was down all afternoon, so I’m working pretty late tonight. You’re on your own for dinner – we’ve got leftovers and stuff in the fridge.
J (pitifully, with eyes dilated, at the optometrist's): Oh. But I’m hungry nooooow.
Me: So go eat something. GOD.
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*snort*
and "Yes."
Thank god he's not like Susan's husband on Swingtown, complaining that dinner isn't ready when he comes home from work.
Yes, they are like children, and maybe worse because they know better! :)
I just taught my seven-year-old how to open the dishwahser, so she can put her dishes away by herself instead of dumping them in the sink. Next week, I am teaching Kenny the same trick.
LOL, it would have been really funny if he whined and stomped his feet while he said that.
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