The conversation late this afternoon:
10 Year Old: “Daaaad, I’m really tired. I’ll die if I have to go to swin practice tonight!”
Self: “Well, we’ll make sure you get a nice funeral.”
10 Y.O. – “No, really, Dad! I’ll die! I’m not being a sarcast [sic]!”
Self – “Nor am I. Do you think we’d just get rid of your corpse on the cheap? What kind of parents do you suppose we are? Now go find your towel.”
10 Y.O. – “Humph!”
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November 10, 2008 at 4:18 am
OrgleFan
You’re a towel!
November 10, 2008 at 1:23 pm
beth
I seem to recall having a similar conversation with my mom re: piano lessons. And that went on for sixteen years…and if I wasn’t so stubborn, I’d thank her for it today.
November 10, 2008 at 3:45 pm
Robbo
No, I’m not a towel, but I know where mine is. That way, no matter whether I’m dealing with stubborn children or the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, I’m covered.