Little Man...well he talks A LOT. There are times I need to tell him he needs to rest his mouth so I can rest my ears. This morning in the car, this is how that conversation went.
Me: Okay, it is time to be quiet now. I think my ears are starting to bleed.
Little Man: Okay. Hey, can we play the quiet game?
Me: I thought that is what I just said. Be quiet.
Long pause....
Little Man: So are we playing?
Me: Stop talking.
Long pause....
Little Man: So did we start?
Me: Start what?
Little Man: The game!
Me: Why does it have to be a game? Why can’t you just stop talking?
Little Man: It’s more fun when it’s a game!
Long pause....
Little Man: Did you say, “go”?
Me: OMG.
Little Man: Just say it.
Me: Go.
Long pause... (three minutes tops)
Little Man: Are we still playing?
Me: Please, quickly find me a pencil that I can stick through my eye.
Little Man: You lose. You talked.
Me: You have GOT to be kidding me. You talked first.
Little Man: It doesn’t count, because you weren’t clear on if we were playing or not.
Me: It counts and now you are grounded.
Long pause...
Little Man: Can we play again?
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| Don't worry, I don't punch him in the face. I know better than to leave bruises people can see. |
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