Sunday, September 18, 2011

I can't imagine where he learned that

Ian is finishing up his homework at the kitchen table. Homework for the early weeks of kindergarten consists of coloring, cutting and pasting, and yet we have found a way to do some term-paper-level procrastination this weekend.

Me: I think I have some smaller scissors over here; would you like them?

Ian: No thanks, these are fine.

Me: Seriously, let me get you a different pair.

Ian: No. These are really okay.

Me: Because you seem to be struggling a little...

Ian, through gritted teeth: NO. THESE. ARE. FINE. THANK. YOU. MOMMY.

1 comment:

Alexander D. Mitchell IV said...

Well, we know where he gets that style of response from. The question is, when did you start imitating the other supposed adult in the household, re: "Are you sure? Really, I can help you more, you sure you don't want...?"

Captcha: "dograshi" Can't decide if that's a poodle after the poison ivy or some Asian dog-meat recipe....