The Barkin
Almost ate my young this morning.
Yelled a lot at them instead.
Deposited money into their therapy fund.
Asked thin air why they couldn't do anything I ask them to do until I start YELLING AT THEM!
Figured it may be possible I don't make my wishes crystal clear often enough.
So, tonight, at bedtime, I spelled out how much time they had to finish getting ready for bed.
Very sternly, I said, "You have ten minutes, and then I start barkin'!"
There was a scattering of children (impressive, as there are only two of them), a great waving of arms, and their shrill cry of "Not the barkin! Anything but the barkin!"
I walked away before either of them could hear me laugh.
Captain Jack Sparrow had the Kraken.
My boys have the Barkin.
4 comments:
I have decided that I need to invest in a taser - I think that could work...
LOL,Rich!
Taser is a good idea!
I've found it's just a 'male' thing. I stepped out last night and said, "Honey, I ran the dishwasher this morning before leaving for work. Would you please unload it, so I can get the dinner dishes cleaned up tonight." His response (while knee deep in his video game), "Sure thing!"
I get back...no empty dishwasher. Why was I not surprised? His response, "I'll take care of it tomorrow." No. He won't. I'LL be taking care of it tonight...like I always do.
God bless his pointed little head.
(And I still don't get yahtzee with the word verification. But I'll keep swinging!) ;)
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