Lunchtime and the boys were fading fast. While trying to make it through in one piece I found myself reminding them to finish eating so that we could move on to naps, etc.
"Logan, please turn around and finish eating your lunch. It's nap time."I fully expected backlash to one degree or another. What I did not expect was Linda Blair. Slowly, Logan's head revolved toward me. His brow was furrowed and he had two macaroni noodles sticking out of his mouth that made a creepy hissing sound when he spoke. Through clenched teeth he said slowly,
"Dad. You told me three times!"Yikes! Quick, bring me some Holy Water. I laughed nervously and said,
"Okay. Then why are we still having this conversation?"I received no response, just a continued stare and slow mechanical chewing like a demon cow and his cud. Meanwhile, I was glad we had a tablecloth down because I was not interested in cleaning up the pea soup that I was certain would be forthcoming. It also crossed my mind that I may not live long enough to mention finishing lunch a fourth time should I dare to speak again. I could see Ashley peering around the corner from the kitchen clearly trying to decide whether or not to laugh or run screaming. Whatever you decide...don't leave me here by myself.
- 6 November 2011
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