Emery hopped up on my bathroom scale the other morning. Next thing I know, he jumps off, spins around and shouts, “Yeah Baby…I got four zero BONUS POINTS!!!!”
Wish it were that exciting for me!
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On the way to church Sunday the kids were bickering in the back seat. I gave them a verbal reprimand and waited for some kind of reply. When nobody said anything, I asked, “Do you guys understand what I said?” Silence. I repeat louder, “Hello? Does anybody understand what I said???”
Savannah gives a half-hearted, “Yes, Ma’am” under her breath.
I look at Emery in my rear view mirror. He is stubbornly staring back at me. “Emery, I asked a question and it’s rude to ignore me. Do you understand?”
Nothing.
“Emery, I am talking to you, Son. Do you understand what I am saying???”
Still silent.
I am now going head to head with my 3 year old strapped in his carseat. “Emery, this is your last chance to answer me. Did you hear what I said?”
He nods. I feel there is hope that this conversation may end sometime today.
“Well, what did I say?”
He sighs and mocks me saying, “You said, ‘do you understand, do you understand?'”
Such a literal little mind.
2 Comments
I hate to say it, but it might be a guy thing.
too cute!
Much love,
Angela