Monday, September 20, 2010

Truly amazing he's still alive

Your typical last-minute-before-running-out-the-door-to-school conversation in our house

Son:  I need to go!  I'm going to be late!

Me:  What can I do to help you?

Son:  Get me a notebook! 

Me:  What do you mean by "notebook"?


(I run to fetch a spiral notebook out of the "spare school supplies" drawer while he puts on his shoes)

Me:  Here.

Son:  Not that one.

Of course not this one.
Because you only told me to get ANY notebook.

Happy Monday.
Get out of my house.


Thumper said...

When did my son come to live with you? I mean, I know he moved but I still don't have his address...I had no idea he'd moved *there*... ;)

Roses said...

Thumper: I wish he was your son. I'd send him back. :P

Lemon Stand said...

Roses, it's obvious that you missed the memo (or post as the case may be) so to quote myself (because I also talk to myself so what is the difference?),

"As any parent with teenagers can tell you, when your offspring attains the age of about 12 (if you have not already scheduled their demise) your child revisits the developmental stage of the terrible two's, but this time around it includes added bonuses. For girls, it's PMS. For boys, it's testosterone poisoning. Trust me on this."

Just sayin'.... :)