"Mommy, why did you make so many cookies?"
"These are all for Ethan's confirmation party, honey. Not just for us."
"But I earned them!"
"Excuse me? When did you earn them? When you were all over the restaurant at lunch and I had to take you outside to have a chat? Or was it when you called your brother a 'stinky footed butt-face'?"
"Oh. Well, it was between those. When I slammed Graham into the wall and said it was an accident."
"How does that earn you a cookie? Did you even apologize?"
"No, but when I said it was an accident, Graham said it was okay. So I guess you can give Graham a cookie, too."
"I'll give Graham one, but I don't think that earns you one. You still need to apologize. Slamming him into the one doesn't even earn you a sprinkle."
"Not even one?""Nope."
"Well that's okay. I've still earned the cookies."
"And why is that?"
"Because I look like this."
Well played, little man.
I often tell my children it's a very good thing that they are so good looking. I also like to remind them that their father is still around so I can always make more if I have to take them out.
ReplyDeleteJust kidding- I would never hurt them, the threat is much more powerful!
Oh, the threat is a Mom's greatest tool. I tell my family all the time that I'm probably going to hell for all of the sarcastic (and, of course, completely false) statements about shipping them off or drinking into a frenzy. So don't apologize-- if we can't laugh about it, we'll cry!
DeleteOh, that look is too cute for a cookie!!! LOL!
ReplyDelete:)
Shaz.