The weather report over the last several days has predicted that today, we would be looking at anywhere from 3 - 14 inches of snow by this afternoon. Of course, they didn't say that range all at once, but that's basically the range of the predictions they have made as the date got closer and the snow shifted one way or another.
My boys' school closed before it had really even snowed an inch. They were thrilled to be home, but some of the contentment ended there.
One of our more interesting conversations this morning thus far:
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Me (to Jack): Would you like some waffles? (with the sweet motherly love in my voice)
Jack: no reponse
Me: Jack -- do you want some waffles???
Jack: no response
Me: JACK LOGAN -- DO YOU WANT SOME WAFFLES?!?
Jack: Yeah, okay.
I put some waffles in the toaster, because, well...that's how it is at our house.
Jack: So...we can't have any waffles?
Me: What? I just put in some waffles for you.
Jack: The waffles are all gone? But, I thought I could have some waffles.
Me: What are you talking about, Jack? I just told you -- I put some waffles in the toaster for you.
Jack: There aren't any waffles left?
Me: JACK -- DO YOU HEAR ME? I JUST PUT WAFFLES IN THE TOASTER FOR YOU!
Jack: Oh -- thanks, Mom!
Me: Molly, did you want some waffles too?
Molly (who happened by at this time, in all her three year old importance): But Moooooommmmmmm....I wanted a Barbie with WINGS.
Me: No, Molly -- I'm asking about waffles. Do you want waffles for breakfast like the boys?
Molly: But I thought I got a Barbie with Wings! Let's go look in the garage.
Me: There is no Barbie in the garage. But, do you want waffles for breakfast.
Molly: No. Can I have a snack?
Me: No snack. Do you want waffles?
Molly: No thanks.
Me: Okay. (Go to grab the waffles out of the toaster and get them ready for Jack)
Molly: But where are my waffles, Mom????
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Seriously -- I love my children. But, every so often, I wonder if we're speaking the same language.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Enter the House of Discontent (aka Seriously -- just give me your waffle order)
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5 comments:
Maybe his head is stuffed up? Giggle!
Too funny!! I can only imagine the hair pulling that ensued!
My kids' standard answer to the question do you want...breakfast, lunch, dinner...is, no I want a snack. So I just pretend that meals are snacks. They eventually figure it out but it works for a little while!
Great idea, Stevie -- but we have snacks in a specific spot, so Molly was actually referring to a particular set of things. (And she ALWAYS wants snacks. Augh!)
Wow, this is HILARIOUS! You had me laughing so hard my husband had to turn up his game on tv!!! LOL!!! Thanks for the giggle, er guffaw!
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