Stick some cloves in him and glaze him with honey

My son, in that typical four-year-old boy kind of way, was bugging his sister. Despite being told to leave her alone and go get ready for bed, he persisted. So I picked him up and carried him to his room. And the tears started. Oh, the wailing! The gnashing of teeth! The injustice of it all! The horror! How could I be so, so cruel?! Sensing that he was working really hard to force the sobs out, I began to imitate him as I changed him into his pajamas. He tried not to laugh, but the giggles escaped anyway. The louder he "cried" (he didn't have any tears anymore), the more I contorted my face in response. "Go to bed, you big ham," I told him. "Silly Mommy!" he laughed. "I'm silly?!" I asked, "What do you mean I'm silly?" "I not a ham," he replied, "I a boy!"


Anonymous Victor said...

I'm trying to convince Nic he needs a defense fund more than a college fund.

12/07/2005 1:44 PM  

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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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