The other night at dinner I was a good mother and provided vegetables, ya know, so we don't get scurvy. I know, I'm amaaaazing like that. Well, Sammy didn't want to eat his "greens" (as Stephen lovingly calls them), thank you very much. I told him he needed to either choose celery or salad. He continued to politely refuse. Then Mason, always trying to help, pipes up,
Mason: You can either have strings in your teeth or have the bad taste of salad in your mouth.
Me: Mason! Not helpful.
Mason: What?! I was just telling him what would happen!
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that is so funny! i have always loved your kids comments!
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