The Magic Word is Not "Please"
Breakfast. Waffles. Cartoons on TV while we eat.
Husband: Pass the syrup, please.
Children: *no response*
Husband: Please pass the syrup!
Children: *no response*
Husband: HEY! PASS THE SYRUP!
Children: *jump nervously* What?
Syrup is passed. Dust settles. Cartoons continue.
Me: If you wanna talk to the kids when they're watching TV, go at it like ice fishing. To get to the fish, you've gotta drill a hole first. You've gotta say something to break through the ice.
Husband: Oh. So, I should say... ice cream!
Children: *no response*
Husband: Or... apple pie!
Children: *no response*
Me: Once you drill the hole, you've gotta drop the hook right away before it freezes over. Like this: Chuck-E.-Cheese-pass-the-strawberries.
12-year-old: *blinks, passes strawberries* Why are you talking about pizza at breakfast?
The boys still don't know why their parents fell on the floor laughing.
4 comments:
Your poor kids....
Darin
Darin: Chuck-Norris-You're-right.
(just drilling a hole, there)
I've now linked this to the Therapy Fund. ;-)
I can so relate. But my are so far gone the only way to reach them is to either turn the tv off or at least mute it.
I turn off the tv... but I think I will try this approach and see if it works.
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