What's pretty much the hardest thing in the world to hear while you're trying to count? Someone else counting, am I right? Charlie's 100th day of kindergarten is tomorrow (but his mom looks like she just graduated from high school, can that be right?) and his teacher asked the kids to all bring in 100 little food items. So this morning Charlie's counting out his Crunch Berries and Annie's got her own pile because whatever he's doing she totally needs to be doing too and here's how it's going:
(talking at the same time)
Charlie: 42, 43, 44, 45
Annie: 1, 2, 3, oops I dropped one, 7, 8, wait, I'm going to start over, 1, 2
Charlie: 43, Annie! You made me lose count!
Me: Char, you were on 45.
Charlie: 45, 46, 47
Annie: 3, 4, 5, Mom! You count for a while. I'm going to eat some.
Charlie: (lots of eye rolling) 48, 49, 50, 51
Annie: Mom, why aren't you counting my Crunch Berries?
Me: Annie, just be quiet for once in your frinkin' life so Charlie can finish his project! I didn't actually say that, that would be mean. What actually happened is I helped her eat her Crunch Berries that had been handled numourus times and mostly dropped on the floor. It's no mystery why I'm sick and overweight again, these are dumb mom moves that I do everyday. *sigh*
2 comments:
Your first mistake was letting crunch berries into your house! I love that stuff!! : )
ha! I think the same things with Quinn. Be quiet so your brother can do what he was doing in the first place!
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