A trip to grandma's
Well, I thought I would log on and join you from home but fell asleep. Told you making it back out was tough. I am just waking up and joining the blog. I wanted to share my funny story. Kids are always good material.
On our trip home from visiting Grandma's was actually better than expected. It was our first trip driving 12 hours with a toddler. I preface this story with the thought "be careful what you say.
JC and I had gone back and forth for a while and by my clock it was time for him to take another nap.
"Mommy, may I have some cookies? Mommy may I have some juice? Mommy may I have some candy?" he asked over and over again.
I had decided that he would not eat another bite until he had something more nutritional, (a hambuger from McDonald's)
"You may not have anything else to eat until we stop for supper! Don't ask me again for anything until then!" That was it. I could get at least another 20 minutes free of the endless junk food questions.
"Yes ma'am. " he responded with hesitation. He had been given that order many times before and new that I meant business.
I sit back to enjoy my next few miles of piece and quiet when I hear my son whisper, to no one in particular. "Somebody is about to get cussed out!"
"What did you say?" I demanded.
He slowly repeated every word loud enough for me to make no mistake about what was being said. "Somebody is about to get cussed out!"
I could do nothing but laugh as my own words had come back to haunt me.
On our trip home from visiting Grandma's was actually better than expected. It was our first trip driving 12 hours with a toddler. I preface this story with the thought "be careful what you say.
JC and I had gone back and forth for a while and by my clock it was time for him to take another nap.
"Mommy, may I have some cookies? Mommy may I have some juice? Mommy may I have some candy?" he asked over and over again.
I had decided that he would not eat another bite until he had something more nutritional, (a hambuger from McDonald's)
"You may not have anything else to eat until we stop for supper! Don't ask me again for anything until then!" That was it. I could get at least another 20 minutes free of the endless junk food questions.
"Yes ma'am. " he responded with hesitation. He had been given that order many times before and new that I meant business.
I sit back to enjoy my next few miles of piece and quiet when I hear my son whisper, to no one in particular. "Somebody is about to get cussed out!"
"What did you say?" I demanded.
He slowly repeated every word loud enough for me to make no mistake about what was being said. "Somebody is about to get cussed out!"
I could do nothing but laugh as my own words had come back to haunt me.
posted by Sonya at
7:53 PM
2 Comments:
All you had to say were the words Toddler and car and I cringed. I also loved the part about McDonald's. Yes, I've lived this life!
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kade, at 10:22 PM
This is too familiar. What is it about cars and eating that kids love so much? Archer loves to eat in the car and it drives me nuts! Heather ,of course, would give him ketchup on a stick and think it's ok.
By
Adam, at 8:41 AM
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