Thursday, April 29, 2010

It Is My Destiny. My Karma.

Last night I was preparing dinner when my son entered the kitchen desperate to share his new fort with someone. Let's just say, his tactics with negative responses are getting smarter...

My Son: "Mom, I just finished making my fort!"
Me: (stirring dinner) "Cool."
My Son: "Now I need an agent to come play with me."
Me: "Really?"
My Son: "Yea. It can either be a girl, or an adult... or both!"
Me: "Honey, I need to grate some cheese."
My Son: (excitedly) "That's the password!"
Me: "What is?"
My Son: "The password is: 'I need to grate some cheese!'"
Me: (trapped) "You've got 5 minutes."

1 comment:

  1. That's hilarious. He's one clever kid.