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logic, or how a mom lost touch with reality

paul: [whine whine whine]
me: paul, what's wrong?
paul: [whine whine whine]
me: paul?
paul: [whine whine whine]
me: paul, i can't help you if you won't tell me what's wrong.
paul: [whine whine whine] help me!
me: okay. help you with what?
paul: [whine whine whine] help me.
me: with what?
paul: [whine whine whine] help me climb bed ladder go up fall down land.
me: paul, i am not going to help you with your self-manufactured challenges.
paul: [whine whine whine] help ME!!!!
me: paul, you must stop the whining.
paul: [whine whine whine]
me: no whining.
paul: [whine whine whine]
me: paul, people will not want to help you if you whine. and you have to tell them exactly what you want because no one has time to offer you unlimited choices until you agree that a particular item or service is what you require.
paul: go away.
me: fine. i'm going. i think you need some alone time.
paul: me come too!
me: wait, you mean this was all an elaborate ploy to get out of the bedroom?
paul: mom go away. paul go away. watch tv.
me: [sigh]

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