The Foorce

I think these are probably better left unexplained. Despite what it looks like, it wasn’t a terrible night – just “one of those days.” From about 6:00pm on.

1. Me: Run out of this room right now and don’t stop until you get to time out. That is not fast enough!

2. M (my 3 yr old): I’m going to hit the ghost with this oven mitt. Come on! A (cackling madly): Spooky ghost!!!

3. M (Coming out of James’s room): I said sorry for hitting James. Do I have to go to time out?

4. A (my 16 month old): I put it in the garbage. Me: What in the garbage? A: I put it in the garbage. Me: What?! Show me!

5. M: I don’t want to put my baby in the garbage. Me: Well, that’s what happens when you’re too rough and her head falls off.

6. Me (to Adam, who has just rescued his apple. From the recycling bin): You bring that apple back here right now. Hey! Right now!

7. Me: You didn’t eat your soup. James: I’m done – I’m sooooo full. Me: There’s white rice in it. J: Oh, okay (resumes eating).

8. M: Am I so cute? Holding a wet pair of keys, a handful of wipes and two wet barbies. Wearing a baseball cap, a tutu, a backpack and “glass slippers.” With socks.

9. M (tearfully): Can we please go to the grocery store, mom, and buy a brand new baby Toby? Please, mom!

10. Me: Where did you find that banana? A: On the train table. Me: Fine.

11. M: You tickle me and I’ll watch, ok?

12. Me (to M): I’m going to count to 3 and you’re in time out – 2…… James: You forgot 1. Me: No I said “count 2-3.” James: Good one, Mom.