Oh boy. It was a very interesting Friday night. I was sitting on the floor trying to eat my dinner, which you desperately wanted a bite of, but I'm trying to not treat you like a dog and give you scraps from my plate. So you turned around and proceeded to SIT, right on my dinner!
Then you're pants had mustard and lettuce hanging off them, and my dinner (a turkey burger) was smashed. Daddy was NOT happy with you. He wanted you to say you were sorry, which normally you would say right off if you heard annoyance in my voice. And had he not asked you to do it, I think you might have. But after he asked you- you just wouldn't say it. So you were sent to your room. And you bawled for a long time.
Finally I had to ask you if you were sorry and you said it.
I'm suspicious that you didn't actually mean it.
But we still love you, Kinsey.
Always will,
Your Momma,
Heather Jo
1 comment:
Oh my, that's funny! You should post more stories like this.. they're fun to read. :)
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