While on the computer
Love how while I'm working on the computer Michael comes up with a birthday cake made out of legos.
"Happy birday to you, happy birday to you, happy birday dear mommy, happy birday to you."
I blow out the candles.
"Eat da cake," He instructs.
I eat the cake.
He then takes the cake and slowly "breaks" it all over the floor.
"Mommy, CRY. Cry mommy for da broken cake."
Hmmm, wasn't expecting this part of the story.
I try a new tactic.
"Mommy doesn't really like sweets, so I'm not very sad that the cake is all over the floor."
"Oh, OK." Says Michael. He stands still and thinks about this for about 30 seconds.
"Mommy, here's a shot." Michael is jabbing my arm with his finger.
"CRY, mommy CRY! I'm giving you a flu shot."
"OK," I sigh. "I'll cry. WAAAAA." I do my best to muster up a fake cry.
Michael giggles in delight.
Wait, why is he LAUGHING while I'm pretending to cry. This has to stop.
"OK, Michael. I don't think that making mommy cry is a good idea. It's not nice to pretend to hurt people."
"Oh, Michael says and walks away."
Soon he is back holding perfume, hairbrush, and a comb. He drops these on the floor next to me and goes back for hair spray and his foot stool.
"Michael fix momma's hair!" He announces.
I sigh. Well, I guess that's OK (amazing what I will put up with when I'm trying to get some business done on the computer).
Amy sees him "working" and comes over to help.
"I'm going to braid your hair!" She announces happily.
I nix the hairspray Michael tries to dump over my head. The perfume I can tolerate. All is happiness for about 1.5 minutes. Then Michael drags over some mosquito repellant and daddy's surgery skin beeswax moisturizer. Sorry dude, none of those go on mommy's head, either. A brief melt down ensues but items are returned from whence they came.
Now as I type Amy is using the comb on my left scalp and Michael is vigorously brushing my right scalp. The things mommies put up with.......
"Happy birday to you, happy birday to you, happy birday dear mommy, happy birday to you."
I blow out the candles.
"Eat da cake," He instructs.
I eat the cake.
He then takes the cake and slowly "breaks" it all over the floor.
"Mommy, CRY. Cry mommy for da broken cake."
Hmmm, wasn't expecting this part of the story.
I try a new tactic.
"Mommy doesn't really like sweets, so I'm not very sad that the cake is all over the floor."
"Oh, OK." Says Michael. He stands still and thinks about this for about 30 seconds.
"Mommy, here's a shot." Michael is jabbing my arm with his finger.
"CRY, mommy CRY! I'm giving you a flu shot."
"OK," I sigh. "I'll cry. WAAAAA." I do my best to muster up a fake cry.
Michael giggles in delight.
Wait, why is he LAUGHING while I'm pretending to cry. This has to stop.
"OK, Michael. I don't think that making mommy cry is a good idea. It's not nice to pretend to hurt people."
"Oh, Michael says and walks away."
Soon he is back holding perfume, hairbrush, and a comb. He drops these on the floor next to me and goes back for hair spray and his foot stool.
"Michael fix momma's hair!" He announces.
I sigh. Well, I guess that's OK (amazing what I will put up with when I'm trying to get some business done on the computer).
Amy sees him "working" and comes over to help.
"I'm going to braid your hair!" She announces happily.
I nix the hairspray Michael tries to dump over my head. The perfume I can tolerate. All is happiness for about 1.5 minutes. Then Michael drags over some mosquito repellant and daddy's surgery skin beeswax moisturizer. Sorry dude, none of those go on mommy's head, either. A brief melt down ensues but items are returned from whence they came.
Now as I type Amy is using the comb on my left scalp and Michael is vigorously brushing my right scalp. The things mommies put up with.......
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