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Thursday, January 3, 2013

the one where my own words come back to haunt me

While sitting at the dining room table, I said to my 4 and a half year old son (for the hundredth time),

"W, please eat your food."

"No, I can't."

"Ok, well then no M&M's, and Daddy's not going to be able to share his brownie with you."

"Mom, get a grip."

I dropped my fork and looked away, undecided whether I was livid or going to wet my pants.

My husband disciplined him and W was excused from the table.


Just another day.

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