Oscar: Mom! I'm so very hungry. (in a yelling, mad, I can't take it anymore kind of way)
Me: You are? (in a my poor baby, because I know that he's just tired, kind of way)
Oscar: Uhu. (very pitiful like)
Me: Do you want a banana? (trying to be cheerful)
Oscar: no (still very pitiful)
Me: Do you want a peanut butter sandwich?
Oscar: No
(I can see now that he realizes that I am trying to make him happy and that maybe he can get something good out of the situation, but he still needs to appear that he is suffering.)
Oscar: (He's poring it on pretty thick now.) Peanut Butter is so very yucky. I think I need some why cream. (that means ice cream)
I told him I'll be right back. I left to come and type this so that I wouldn't forget.
I can hear him in the other room. "We will. We will, rock you!"
He got his ice cream.
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2 comments:
Oh, this is so funny. And I think you are a great mom for letting him have "why cream."
Ya, he's got you under his spell............. =)
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