Sam: “Mom, I love you. But sometimes I don’t like you- especially when you tell dad I’ve done something wrong. It hurts my feelings.”
*fast forward 15 years*
“Officer, if you tell the judge what I did wrong, it’s gonna hurt my feelings.”
*back to now*
“I’m feeling like you’d better get upstairs to bed before I sentence you to 30 years hard labor in the Gulag.”
Sam: “Mom, I can’t clean up my toys because that will make me too tired.”
Me: “Sam, I can’t make you dinner because that will make me too tired.”
The logic. It burns.
*So, Josh was throwing me some shade about folding laundry*
Josh: “I’m too tired to fold laundry!”
Me: “Ok, then you can take a nap like your brothers.”
I narrow my eyes at him. He puffs out his cheeks at me. You can hear the theme from the Good, Bad and the Ugly in the background. You know the one. But Clint Eastwood ain’t got nothin’ on the mama.
I cut my eyes at the laundry pile and then I glare back at him.
Me: “Riddly Ridddly Ree, I see something you don’t see… and the COLOR IS RED!!!!!”
Like a bull with a cape waved at him, Josh’s eyes popped and he dove into the laundry pile. We threw laundry at each other and went through the rainbow of colors until everything was sorted.
Sometimes, taking the bull by the horns won’t yield nearly the results as waving the flag in front of his face. 😉