Thursday, August 12, 2010

Oh, I'll show you pain, buddy...

me: "Sam, it's time for school. Go get your shoes on."

[time passes]

me: "Sam, why aren't your shoes on?"

Sam: "Okay, okay, okay. GEEEEZ."

[time passes]

me: "Sam! Where are your shoes."

Sam: [Shrugs] "I realized something."

me: "What?"

Sam: "You can't actually make me get my shoes on."

me: "Of course I can!"

Sam: "Think about it. You can't."

me: "Why? What are you talking about?"

Sam: "I'm talking about your pain. Look at you. You're not making me do anything while you're like that."

4 comments:

Audra said...

he has a point

Barb @ getupandplay said...

He IS a little rascal.

Kathy said...

Oh what a little stinker.

bff said...

It's time to explain to him, slowly, clearly, that a mother's guilt trip carries more wight throughout the remainder of your life than any nancy-mamby-pamby spanking ever could. It's time, Kerry. Usually you wait till they're about ten, but I think the circumstance warrants it.