After I put the kids to bed for the evening ... I turned on a movie in the girls room ... and turned on a movie in Eythen's room ... and kissed them all goodnight.
I thought everyone would fall asleep before the movie was over ...
And I would be able to enjoy some peace and quiet for a few hours before I went to bed ...
*20 minutes later*
Harleigh: MOMMY!
*I see Harleigh standing at the top of the steps*
*sigh*
Me: What Harleigh?
Harleigh: Can I have something to eat?
Me: Uhhhhh .... NO! Go back to bed.
Harleigh: That's not fair! How come Eythen get's something to eat and I don't?!?!?
Me: Eythen is not eating anything.
*in the faint distant I hear Eythen's voice*
Eythen: Yes I am!
Harleigh: Yes he is!
*me with a what the frickity-frack expression on my face*
Harleigh: He is eating a poptart.
*quickly running through my mind if Eythen came down the stairs and asked me if he could have a pop tart and I said yes when I was not paying attention fully*
*double checking my memory*
*pretty darn sure I did not say yes*
*even more sure I did not see Eythen come down the steps*
Me: EYTHEN!!!!
*Eythen peeks over the banister with a poptart in hand*
Me: Eythen! Are you eating a poptart?
Eythen: Yes! You know I like pop tarts.
Me: Where did you get that pop tart?
Eythen: It is my pop tart from breakfast. Remember you said I could eat it in my room while I was playing with my remote control crane?
*me with a blank stare on my face*
Eythen: I did not eat all of it ... and you told me this morning that I better eat all of my breakfast.
Another what the f*** moment in the Moore household.
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Ahhh . . . kid reasoning.
ReplyDeleteI have been blindsided by kid reasoning more times than I can count. Raced back through my memory . . . did I really say she could take a bath with the dog?
No. But I did say the dog needed a bath. And I also said that I was tired of being the person who had to do that job.
Snort!