I think he’s ramping up. Fast track to 25, trapped in a 4-foot body with a big mouth. Whoops did I say that out loud? I know I know he gets the mouth from me. But am I really that … sarcastic? Me? I mean really, come ON! Oh yeah I’m totally sarcastic…pfffttt…not.
me: Do you want waffles and whipped cream again?
Jack: Until we run out that’s what I want every day!
me: Well it’s your birthday week so we can manage that. (I put two on his plate and pile em high with whipped cream)
Jack: (just looks at me)
me: What? Eat.
Jack: (holds up a waffle and clears his throat)
me: You’re not getting another candle if that’s what you’re hinting at.
Jack: And exactly HOW am I supposed to eat these?
me: With your mouth??
Jack: Mom equals get equals me equals fork.
me: Oh nice. How about asking the right way.
Jack: Did you understand me or not?
me: (warning look)
me: I just want you to speak politely to me.
Jack: Talking politely. Yeah. That’s not one of my strong points.
8 thoughts on “Did we think the sh*t would stop at 7?”
Haha! I like that kid. He will go far in life.
Is that a boy thing? I mean, do they all have to sound so smug and haughty? Sheesh. I guess I’ll keep him. 🙂
Oh, no. If this is seven, eight years is going to be a real humdinger, I have a feeling!
And I think you might be right! :O
I don’t know… I might have pulled the ole’ spoiled whip cream joke. You know — ask him to smell it to see if it’s bad, then smoosh it in his face and grin wildly 🙂 Then he can have his fork, hehe
hahaha! Can I use you as a consultant? I seriously would have done that if I had thought of it. I’m such a nice Mommy…
I like waffles and whipped cream too. I would like strawberries with mine. And a fork. Please. =)
I should really be more on top of the utensils. I know. Completely my fault.