Ezri and I were climbing on the rocking chair today and Momma told us to get down. Ezri listened, but I didn't. Momma walked over, took me off the chair, and scolded me. I thought this was QUITE funny. I cracked a smile, waited for her to walk away, and climbed up again. When she told me to get down, I didn't listen. Momma took me down again and this time she sat me on the floor for "time out."
I hate time out.
I was none too pleased so I began to cry. Then I did the silent scream. You know the one. Only I held my breath for SO LONG that I actually turned purple, and passed out. I fell forward and (since I was screaming I had my mouth open) I hit my teeth on the floor and they broke. Chipped. Whatever. Now I kind of look a little like a vampire...and Momma had Mother Guilt.
I hate time out.
I was none too pleased so I began to cry. Then I did the silent scream. You know the one. Only I held my breath for SO LONG that I actually turned purple, and passed out. I fell forward and (since I was screaming I had my mouth open) I hit my teeth on the floor and they broke. Chipped. Whatever. Now I kind of look a little like a vampire...and Momma had Mother Guilt.
It will take more than a couple of broken teeth to keep ME from smiling!
1 comment:
poor boy(
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