Monday, November 14, 2011

promises, promises

 As you read this post, I want you to remember that Master of Disaster is three.  So everything he said was accompanied by his cute little three year old face and said in his cute three year old speech impediment.  And his arms were crossed in front of him most of the time.

Once again, we were making pancakes. I was trying to clean the kitchen before we started and Master of Disaster would not leave me alone.  I kept telling him to go find something to do and I would tell him when it was time to make them.  Finally, I told him top "bugger off"- which I know he hates.

MofD:  You are the meanest Jessica ever!

Me:  barely holding in my laughter  What did I do that was mean?

MofD:  I'm not telling you

Me:  Fine.  Just go find something to do

MofD:  If you don't apologize I won't leave

Me:  What am I apologizing for?

MofD:  I won't tell you

Me:  If you don't tell me what I did wrong then I can't apologize

MofD:  You are being mean.

Me:  How am I being mean?

MofD:  You just are.

Then he wandered out of the room and I could hear him muttering about "being mean" I told him that I was going to start the pancakes.  If you want to help then you need to tell me why you are sad.

MofD:  How long until we make pancakes

Me:  I've already started.  Are you going to tell me why you are sad?

MofD:  I already did

Me:  No you didn't

MofD:  Yes I did

Me:  Well I didn't hear you.  Can you tell me again

MofD:  No.  If you didn't hear me then I am not letting you come back here ever again

Me:  Promise??

MofD:  Yes!!


Michelle said...

I know its so mean but I love when little kids are upset. They're so funny. Chuckie will throw a temper tantrum when I take my chapstick out of his hands and its like the world is ending.

Popcorn, Pugs & Peonies said...

LOL, sweet kid. I love the rationale of a 3 year old.