Sammy ran over and climbed on the furniture. I told him to get down. He didn't listen. I started counting, "One....two...." and Sammy jumped down, shouting, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I changed my mind!"
I don't think I've ever made it to the count of 3. For some reason, he is sore afraid of the countdown and I have no regrets about exploiting that fear for the time being.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Changing His Mind
We recently went to Target, otherwise known as That Store That I Can Never Leave Without Spending At Least $100. They have an enormous spring display right now - outdoor furniture, grills, and gardening equipment. It's almost enough to make me believe that it's actually going to be warm out soon. Until I wake up in the morning and it's 60 degrees in the house because the furnace stopped working overnight and it's 25 degrees outside. But I digress.
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1 comment:
Oh, please, can he pass some of that fear of the countdown, to Chickie? I wish she was more afraid of it. :)
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