Last night Austin fell asleep on top of our bed watching the Biggest Loser with me. All of the sudden he shot up in bed….
Austin, in a hurried voice: I need to find the fast thing.
Me, confused: Wha?
Austin: The thing that makes it go fast.
Me, starting a case of the giggles: Ok, lay back down and I’ll get it for you.
I pretend to lay something on his shoulder {yeah I’m great at this game, I can hear y’all now} and say, here’s your fast thing.
Austin, frustrated now: NO THE THINGAMABOBBBER THAT MAKES THINGS GO FAST!!!!!!
Me: Completely in a fit of giggles, knowing full well I’m in over my head, hollar to Mr. Cop who’s is filling out CoP papers in my office that we need to find the thingamombbober that makes things go fast – well I kinda said that – inbetween all the giggling.
Mr Cop thinks he’ll just come in and handle this situation {uh huh} Austin, I think it’s time we get you to your bed.
Austin: NO!
Mr Cop: Yeah, it’s time.
Austin: NO I don’t wanna.
Insert: Argue, argue, argue.
Finally Austin gets up and stomps off to the kitchen (are you lost too? oh good) grabs a glass and fills it with water all the while complaining:
Austin: NOBODY listens to ME
Mr Cop: Austin, I’m listening to you now
Austin: Well I don’t have anything to say NOWWW!
Alrighty then!
Me? Oh I’m still in the bedroom in my fit of giggles, cuz I’m mature like that.
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April 15th, 2009 | Tags: family | Category: family |
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