October 09, 2003


It's cute kid's bedtime. Cute kid comes into the room crying. "I wasn't ready, Mommy!" I tell cute kid if he wants to negotiate, he can do it without crying. Tears magically disappear. He asks for one more minute. I acquiesce.

A minute later. Cute kid comes back into the room. "Is one minute up or not?"

"Yeah, I think the minute's up."

"You think it's up or it's up?"

"It's up."

"But you said you think it's up. It's not really up. You think it's up." Pleased with his lawyerly self, cute kid runs off, carefully (though I don't realize it at the time) closing the bedroom door behind him.

Naturally, I shout out to the living room: "Damian! It's pajama time! Come back in here!"

And naturally, from the living room (albeit muffled by the aforementioned door) I hear, "What did you say, Mommy? I can't hear you!"

Also known as: Gotcha, Mommy.

Posted by Tamar at October 9, 2003 09:04 PM