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Saturday, October 23, 2010

How else would I mean?

This morning I found my son playing with play dough in his bedroom. This is a no-no at my house. The kids know (well should know by how many times I've told them) that play dough is meant for the kitchen ONLY. This is how the conversation went.

Me: "Get this play dough in it's container and down stairs now. Or, I'm going to kick your butt!"

7 year old: Looks up at me with a blank stare.

Me: "Hurry up! I'm not kidding!"

7 year old: "You mean literally?"

Really?!?! How else would I mean. Well, I guess they've caught on to my empty threats.

3 comments:

Kate said...

HAHA sorry just laughing cuz I think Sadie caught onto me long ago! That's cute of him! And just read the camper story..how thankful we are for promptings and even more thankful when we listen! That could have been scary, I'm glad you obeyed it too!

Ben Spendlove said...

Yeah, my kids are always smarter than I think they should be. Our eight year old is a little lawyer.

Swainston Vinyl & Dezign said...

Oh lace.....my eyes were filled with tears! I love you!