While trying to get Alyson to leave Mom's this afternoon:
Alyson: What's for dinner?
Me: I'm not telling you. It's a surprise. Put your shoes on.
Alyson: I'm not putting my shoes on unless you tell me what's for dinner.
Me: Well, then you're going to be disappointed because I'm not telling you. One.
Alyson: No! Tell me what's for dinner, or I'm not putting my shoes on.
Me: Two.
Alyson gave up and took her shoes over to my dad to have him put them on. Sorry, kid. You're the second child. That isn't going to work.
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