There are many things that my children do that bother me.
Some of the things that bother me also entertain me.
Let’s take yesterday morning for example.
We were heading out the door, into the carport and towards the van when I saw the family across the street doing the same thing. My children love the other children in the neighbourhood. They adore them, so this was a great moment to check in with their friends.
“Good Morning” and “Have a great day at school” were some of the words they were saying.
Full on adorable.
Then Bot yelled….
“We are always late for school. My Mom always makes us late for school. Everyday, I am late for school because of my Mom.”
See that kind of stuff entertains me. It fulls on cracks me up. I am sure it would bother someone, but not me. That stuff doesn’t bother me.
This bothers me…
Why won’t they finish their milk?
It doesn’t matter how much we pour. Give them a little less, doesn’t matter. Give them water, no they want their milk.
THEY NEVER FINISH THEIR MILK.
It drives me bananas.
Even more bothersome is the fact that they are totally on to me when I DO try to serve them their morning milk at supper time.
“Mommy, this milk tastes funny. I’m not drinking this milk. Something is wrong with this milk. It’s rotten. Momma, did you hear me, THIS MILK IS ROTTEN!”
“It’s not rotten.”
“YES IT IS. YOU JUST GAVE ME ROTTEN MILK! I am going to barf. BARF.”
But to their credit, I have served them rotten milk before and made them barf.
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
I’m sure it didn’t bother them at all.