My kids ask me for things endlessley: can I have something to eat, drink, wear, shoot, duct tape, etc. These questions used to get very tiresome when the kids were little as they would persist and wear me down until they got what they wanted.
Enter the irrational things I would say just to get them to stop asking me for things.
Son: Can I have some more juice?
Me: No! And you are not getting any more the rest of this month!!
Son: Can I have some more waffles?
Me: No! Do you know there are kids out there that have never even HAD a frozen waffle??
When they were young, they would listen and be a little fearful that this may have been the last glass of juice they will ever have.
They have grown up and are asking follow up questions. Here was tonight's exchange:
Both son's: Can we play "charge" in the front room? (This is running into each other at top speed with only pillows to cushion their force)
Me: Yes but if either of you gets hurt there is no Chirstmas for either of you!
When they were younger they would have decided against playing charge in case either one got hurt.
Not anymore.
The rest of the exchange went as follows:
Oldest Son (he knows there is no "Santa"): Do you really think Santa would stop making our toys just because we got hurt playing together?
Me: nothing, silence
Oldest son: I really don't think Santa would ruin ou favorite day over a minor injury..
Youngest: Santa wouldn't do that to us, we have been good all year!
Me: Grumble and walk away.
Gone are the days of the irrational statement just to get out of doing more stuff for them or being there for them if they get hurt.
Crap.
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Cat
Ha ha!!! Cute post....& you're right, those days are disappearing here too :(
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