Thursday, June 26, 2008


Here's how it goes at my house.
"Mommy, I want juice."

No, Son, we don't have any juice. We're going to the store this morning.

"I want juice. I go to fridge. I get it myself."

We don't have juice. Please stay out of the refrigerator, I'll be downstairs in just a minute.

(I am still in bed, still tired, a little out of it.)

Little man heads downstairs, despite my requests that he stay with me for a minute. On the way, he says a few choice phrases. "Stop it!" "I get juice myself!"

I finally make it downstairs (2 long minutes later).

My Little Man meets me around the corner as I come down the stairs, a remorseful look on his face. A demolished stick of butter in his hands.

That is NOT juice! I tell him.
"Here go, Mom."

Giving us his commands.


nikkis30by30 said...

I love to giggle at MD stories. Reminds me so much of Z. And the look on his face in that picture..... so MD!!! LOL!

Anonymous said...

What a cutie. And who doesn't like to start the day with a refreshing stick of butter. Hmmm. Cholesterol. Saturated Fats. Delish.

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kristi said...

My son is bossy too!!