Easter has come and gone. Yay. All that is left is a bunch of candy and that shitty grass that gets all over the place. Unfortunately, Baby has earned her first ever “time out” because of that grass. I was not pleased to see her running through the house, screaming with delight, all the while stringing Easter grass behind her.
Me: You help me pick this up or you’re not going to watch “Milo and Otis” today.
Her: No.
Me: Pick up all the grass and put it in the basket or I’m going to put “Milo” up.
Her: No. I watch “Milo”.
Me: Go sit in the chair until I tell you to get down.
{10 minutes later and plenty of screeching}
Me: Time’s up. You can get down now.
Her: No. I not get down ’til ‘morrow.*sob* “Milo” come on ‘morrow.
Lovely. So, she wants to sit there until she’s allowed to watch “Milo and Otis” again. I can’t imagine where she got her stubborn streak. No really. Wasn’t me.
Spring break is officially over and I’ve got to make money. So, that’s all folks.
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Cute story - I have to smile, even though I know it’s no fun listening to that screeching. Soooo, what kind of candy do you have left?
She should get together with my youngest when they’re of age. They can marry and give birth to mules.
*wonders about Baby’s stubborn streak*
*wanders off laughing*
Gotta love those kids!
Oh lord — this is what I have to look forward to? The horror.
No, Schad, the best part is the digging in the diaper to get a huge handful of crap. Oh, so cute…gack. “Mama, I poopied.” That’s horrible.:)