Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Not suited for a career in negotiation

Every night at dinner, it's the same old conversation. Isaac, looking at a plate of untouched food, wonders aloud, "Can I get down now?" I've resorted to a bargaining system. If he has a goal, his dinner no longer looks insurmountable. "Eat three bites of grilled cheese and four apple slices. Then you can get down."

From tonight's dinner table...
Isaac: Can I get down now?
Mommy: You haven't eaten any green beans.
Isaac: But look, I ate LOTS of my grilled cheese!
Mommy: Yes. But you need to eat, um, five green beans. Then you can get down.
Isaac: No, mommy, I can only eat six green beans, because my teeth are so little.



And an unrelated Isaac funny, from the bathtub last night. I was paying no attention at all, perched on my nearby mommy seat, elbow deep in the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living, when Isaac shouts out, "Mommy, my wee-wee is falling off!" "WHAT?!?!" screamed I, falling off my perch. He rolled his eyes at me. Stupid mommy. "I was JUST JOKING, Mommy."



I'm sorry, I know Isaac has better funnies than these, but it's all I can do to remember a few at 10:30 after a glass of wine.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isaac is just like his dada. That wry sense of humor. mamaw

12:04 PM  
Blogger RB said...

You know, tonight is the first night that I had the BRILLIANT idea of putting the bean bag in the bathroom and reading while the kids bathed. Am a moron I think. Thankfully their bathroom is much hugeness.

8:26 PM  

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