As I was writing the last post, I was summoned by my partially clothed 3-year-old to the kitchen. (strangely he was wearing only a shirt and socks, i.e. no undies) As I enter the kitchen I find him sitting at the kitchen table in this state of half dress, while his father is peeling off the wrapper from an ice cream sandwich. Key item to note, it is now 8:32 PM! So, naturally I ask these two men in my life why the 3-year-old is having ice cream NOW? Well, he, the mini naked god of after hours ice cream sandwiches, informs me with the gravest expression of seriousness a 3-year-old can muster, "me no eat ice cream all day mama." Duh! What was I thinking? After all, he had me at the naked booty, it was only down hill from there. Lesson learned: I don't stand a chance around here. (I won't even comment on what the Mister was thinking, partially clothed after hours trysts with ice cream are the norm in his world)
4 comments:
Oh dear---I have to confess that sometimes my husband does the same thing (shirt, socks, no undies). But I think it's probably much more acceptable on a three year old.
And also, that's a perfectly reasonable excuse for eating ice cream at the end of the day!
I can't wait to experience all of this!
Indeed, what were you thinking? Ice cream pays no heed to the boundaries of time.
Evidently you're right Raina, nor maternal boundaries!
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