So I was cooking in the kitchen and the kids are playing when I hear “Go tell my mom I’m dead.” 😂
Tom was playing with Katie and throwing her around. When he put her down, she screeched: Daddy! I just drooled on your pants!
An Amazon package arrived and I took a peek. It was something for me from Santa.
Katie: I want to see.
Me: Sorry, you can’t.
Katie: I want to see what’s in the box.
Me: Maybe it’s a Christmas present for you.
Katie: I won’t look. Open the box.
Me: No. Stop asking. I’m not opening it.
Katie: I promise I won’t look!
Me: I am not opening the box.
Katie: I want to see it.
Me: I AM NOT SHOWING YOU WHATS IN THE BOX. PLEASE STOP ASKING.
Katie: I promise I’ll be good.
Me: Being good doesn’t matter. I’m not opening the box.
Katie: Please I want to see it.
Katie: Mom please?!
Me: No. If you ask me one more time you get a time out for not listening.
Katie: I want to see in the box.
Me: TIME OUT.
And even that wasn’t the end of it. It ended with much more asking, whining, and her being sent to her room.
Katie was playing and she came over and said: Mom, I’m moving into a new place. I packed all my toys and dolls.And all my winter stuff. My Christmas stuff. And my stuffed animals and my costumes. And my phone to play Pokemon. We’re going to live with Grandma Jean. And my kids and my dogs.
Katie: I know what toenails are. They’re at the end of your feet.