Last night, two-year-old was throwing a fit about wanting to rummage through the refrigerator and basically stand there with the door open, staring at it like an adult with the munchies. I put the kibosh on it and closed the door. He freaked out and tried to open it again. I was in the middle of making dinner for everyone but I stopped to hold the refrigerator door closed.
*A dark cloud of irritation moved in over my head*
While I was standing there with the shrieking of a screaming toddler, Sammy got down from the table, slipped in underneath me and says “Mom, I got this.” He leaned against the refrigerator door and I finished making dinner for the rest of them.
After I put the plates on the table, I said “Thanks Sam,” and I resumed holding the door closed. Yep, TJ was still at it.
I think the second child just stole the birth right. First child, it’s your move…
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
