Monday – Chicken
Meal planning is easy with many small children. See?
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“Mom, whatcha doin’?”
“Trying to figure out what we’re going to eat for the next week.”
“Do you like my lectangle?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful.”
“I can draw a lectangle.”
“Can you get me a notebook and pens?”
“No, I’m busy.”
“aaaarrrrhghhhhhahaaahhhhaaaaa Waaah!”
“Shut up I can’t hear the tv.”
TV volume gets turned up to 76.
“Go away, Mommy needs to figure out what to eat.”
“We already ate six cans of Ravioli in the play room.”
“What? I was just in there???”
“We just did it.”
Upon investigation it looks more like 3.7 cans consumed. The rest is in the toy box, on the couch, under the couch, on every blanket in the house.
“COHHHHHHCKKROACH!!!!”
Yea, big surprise there.
“KILL IT, KILL IT.”
“Trying.”
“Shut up, I can’t hear the TV.”
TV volume gets raised to 87.
“Go outside, I need to figure out what we are going to eat.”
“McDonald’s”
“I hate McDonald’s”
“We’re not going to McDonald’s – now go outside.”
“It’s too hot.”
“I wanna go to the pool.”
“I wanna do something fun.”
“The pool is fun.”
“No it’s not, fatty.”
“I’m not a fatty, stoooopid.”
“Just a regular stupid.”
“Maaaaaaammm.”
“You. To your bedroom. You. To the play room. You to the couch.”
“I neeeeeeed a frieeeeend.”
“Stop whining.’
“Shut up.”
“No, you shut up.”
“No, everybody shut up.”
“Mom’s aren’t supposed to say shut up.”
“How many days until I go to Kindergarten?”
“Too many.”
“Can you show me with your fingers?”
Flashes 20 fingers.
“That’s going to take too long.”
Tell me about it.
“When you go to the store I want Cool Ranch Dorito’s and a Vanilla Milk. Also could you get Cimon Toast Crunch and Flime Cheetos.”
“Flime Cheetos.”
“Yes, Cheetos wiflime.”
“Oh Cheetos with Lime. OK”
“I wanna go to Target.”
“We’re not going to Target.
“But whyyyyyyy? I thought you loooooved me.”
“I do, but we are not going to Target.”
“Can we still go to McDonald’s?”
“We’re not going to McDonald’s.”
“But you said….”
“But I said nothing.”
“But I’m huuuuungry.”
“You just had six cans of Ravioli, how can you be hungry.”
“I didn’t have any Ravioli.”
“You still have some in your ear.”
“That’s not Ravioli, I stuck a pencil in my ear.”
“Are you serious?….It is too Ravioli”
“Liar.”
“Fatty.”
“Stoopid.”
“Moooooooooommmmmmm.”
“Everybody! Shut up. Get into the car, we have to go to the grocery store.”
$487 and no chicken later……
“Babe, what’s for dinner?”
“Flime Cheetos, and Vanilla Milk.”
“I’m just gonna go to McDonald’s”
“Yeah? Get me some rum.”
August 5th, 2009 at 6:13 am
i don’t understand why you don’t have stock in rum.
oh.my.gosh. you’re my hero. lol.
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