At least once a week when I pick Conor up he asks to go to my mom's house. I usually make him call and ask her. Not because I mind asking, but because if she says no then I'm not the bad guy. For some reason, if I tell the kids someone said no they think I'm the one saying no and they don't take it so well. They pout. But if it is someone else, they are fine with it. Maybe a little disappointed, but not too badly.
So, Tuesday night Conor asked to go to my moms. I handed him the phone and said, "I'll take you there, but you have to ask her if she will bring you home."
So, here was his side:
"Can I come over?
Will you pick me up? (When I heard this, I turned around and said, no, I'll take you, you need to ask if she will bring you home.)
I mean, will you bring me home if my mom drops me off?
Can we go to McDonalds?
Well, I don't like vegetable soup.
Do you have some macaroni and cheese?
Cheese pizza?
Spaghetti and Meatballs?
I can see if Grandma will make me something. (Mom lives right next door to Grandma)
Why did I just hear the door? Are you going somewhere?
I'm in Mom's car and she's driving to your house.
I'll be there soon. See you then. Bye."
I was laughing the whole time.
1 comment:
This is so funny! I'll bet that boy could grow up and sell used cars! Or Insurance! What a wheeler-dealer!!
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