I wanted Evan to pick out a color for an art project, and zombie Evan was watching a cartoon that was sucking out his brain, sip by sip. (Ok, it wasn’t THAT bad; it was Go, Diego, Go. And when did we start watching it so much?)
Me: Evan, what color do you want? Red, blue, or yellow? (no response) Evan? (no response) Evan. (I moved straight in front of the TV.) Evan. What color do you want?
Evan: Mommy, GET OUT OF THE WAY!
Me: Excuse me?
Evan: Mommy, get out of the way! I’m watching TV!
Not anymore. Click.
Me: You’re not going to watch TV until you are nice and polite.
Evan: (Stomping out of the family room, up the steps) I’m going to my room! (Just so we’re clear; Evan has to go to his room to deal with any temper tantrums) (Evan stopped outside of the family room and turned around) I’m sorry, Mommy, for yelling and saying get out of my way. (He came back to give me a hug and kiss.)
Me: I know. You were just upset.
Evan: Now. Get out of my way!
I think we have a failure in communication.
January 31, 2009 at 6:26 am
OMG, lol that is fun-E! Sounds like a couple of little girls I know!~C
February 1, 2009 at 6:59 am
Ha! Soooooo funny. Aren’t they just little tornados of emotional confusion, all the time?
February 2, 2009 at 11:37 am
Be thankful…at least you got an apology in between the ‘tudes!
February 2, 2009 at 2:00 pm
C~ Oh, I bet. And to think you’ll have three attitudes.
OV~ No kidding. I should be glad that I won’t have to deal with PMS from this one.
Gibby~ At least for now. It was pretty hilarious.
February 3, 2009 at 9:00 am
People are looking at me funny cause I’m trying to do the laughing hard quietly thing that is never as quiet as we hope.
Hilarious.
February 3, 2009 at 1:59 pm
Poor Erik. Maybe I should put a warning label on the posts when it’s repeating Evan. If it hadn’t been an important battle of wills, I would have cracked up at the moment.