Kiddo, do you want anything on your hamburger?
NO.
You sure?
YES.
You want some cheese?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
How about some lettuce?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
How about some onion?
UM… YES.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
How about some ketchup?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
How about some fruit cocktail on the side?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
How about some milk?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
Would you like a napkin?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
Would you like to watch Dinosaur Train?
UM… YES PLEASE.
Do you want anything else?
NO.
You’re sure?
YES.
OK, enjoy your dinner.
DADDY?
Yes?
DADDY?
Yes.
DADDY?!
Yes, kiddo, what do you want?!
CAN I HAVE A COOKIE, PLEASE?
So I get an IM from my fiancè, saying: “CAN I HAVE A COOKIE, PLEASE?”
Two seconds later I’m here, reading this post, and giggling to myself. XD
Is it a good or bad sign that when I see certain phrases typed in capital letters, I know to come to this blog? (I’m leaning towards good).
Ahhh I remember when my son was young and cute like that. Now he is almost 15 and I often think back, and realize I should have drowned him when I had the chance.
DINOSAUR TRAIN!
dinosaur train!
DINOSAUR TRAIN!
dinosaur train!
We’re gonna ride, ride ride …the dinosaur train!
/also have younguns
//Super Why FTW!
Just be thankful your son didnt ask for a cookie and ranch dressing to dip it in…
Heh Skraps, my moms been saying that the past 3 years (17 now) =P
On topic: I have to say that I am starting to enjoy your life blogging even more then your WoW blogging.
And now you know why Im never havin a child ;p
That would drive me batshit insane xD
Hey Skraps you ever use the phrase my parents use to say..
I brought you into this world I can take you out of it just as easily..
Course this morning my wonderful lovely child comes in..
Dad i spilled the Milk
No prob get a paper towel and clean it up.
No dad I SPILLED the Milk..
the entire half gallon all over the kitchen, and my motorcycle jacket.
{Bang Head here}
Oh man, my daughter does the exact same thing and I always make the mistake of not being specific. I’ll get her something to eat, then fix myself something to eat after asking her if she wanted anything else. No more than 15 seconds after sitting down to enjoy my meal I’ll hear something like “Daddy can you get me a drink?” /groan
I chuckled a bit when I read the Dinosaur train line. My 2-year-old daughter runs around our condo singing “Dinsaur Twain”
Oh god Dinosaur Train. But yea, I go through the same thing with my 3 1/2 year old. He’s worse than his mother in terms of making up his mind.
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