I was frustrated with Noah for making us late getting him to school this morning. No matter how I directed, nudged, reminded, prodded, and clapped my hands like a drill sergeant, he found some way to complicate or delay getting out the door at every turn. Finally in the car, but totally exasperated, I said, "Noah, however long I had to wait for you to follow directions is how long I am going to make you wait after school before you can play video games. We'll see how you like it."
Noah, sincerely puzzled, said back, "Wike it? Who's Wikeit?"
[Insert image of me huffing and throwing my hands up in defeat]
Dec 8, 2010
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2 comments:
bwahahaha!
lol!!! OH man, that is TOTALLY how I feel when I explain things to Natalie...she looks at me as if I'M the one who's talking another language! I completely relate to that post!
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