I find John’s backpack like this when I get home every day.
That led to the following conversation.
Me: John! Your backpack is on the entryway bench, AGAIN. Take it upstairs. NOW. Please.
John (as he comes downstairs): OK.
Me: Why do you always, always, ALWAYS leave it on the bench? I have to literally tell you this every day. Aren’t you tired of hearing me say it?
John (shrugging his shoulders): No.
Me: You know this drives me I nuts!
John (with an impish grin on his face): Why do you think I do it?
Kid ran upstairs as fast as he could giggling all the way. I am not sure if I should be proud of him for being a smart ass or lock him in his room. Tough parenting choices…
Category: 08 - August