"Okay, whatever, fine, just get in the van. No, don't pick flowers. Yes I see the dog. Why did you take your shoes off? No, don't switch carseats, the buckles... never mind. WAIT! Stay in your seat while I buckle in your brother. It's too late, you already switched seats. Quit crying or I'm leaving you here. Quit crying, I'm not leaving you here."
"Wait by the van, this is a parking lot. Quit screaming, no cars will smash you while I'm unbuckling your brother. Hold your sister's hand. I see that puddle. I see, DON'T splas... aw, nuts. It's okay, it's just your shoe, it will dry. It's really okay. Quit screaming, you can go in the EXIT side sometimes, it doesn't matter. Stay with me! Stay with me! No, not that basket, no I don't have any quarters. Ride or walk? Not you, you don't have a choice. Quiet, please. Inside voice. (whispering) because he's very OLD, honey, and his legs need help (SHHHH)."
"Yes, I have a list. No, you can't hold the list because you can't walk and read. No you can't. No, you can't. I really know that you can't... I'm not arguing with you. There's... there's a LOT on the list, I'm not reading it all to you. Anybody need to go to the bathroom? Are you sure? Okay."
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"No, you can't have any candy. Because it's bedtime, and you haven't had dinner, and you didn't obey me. Stop screaming, that's not going to make me buy candy. Not you, no, you will never have candy ever again, maybe. Until you're potty-trained. Oh, you're trained now? Well, let's wait a few days and see. Yes, I see that man. Inside voice! SHHH. Okay, I just have to pay. Sit down. Sit. I don't want you falling out and cracking your head. He has what? Hey! Put that down and come touch the basket. Okay, let's go. Let's go, come on. Time to go home."
Ah, Jess... this is brilliant!
ReplyDeleteAnd sadly, very true.
Priceless! I laughed so hard. (Good thing I am potty trained!) Mama
ReplyDeleteI only have two so I only had to say half of that and it wore me out. God Bless You! I'm a friend of Allison and she is right...
ReplyDeleteSandy
I resemble that post.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me a lot of my job with young elementary-schoolers. Except being a mom would be like being at work 24/7. Wow.
ReplyDelete- Andrea A.
yesssssss
ReplyDeleteJess, this is the best laugh I've had in a long time! Great story and oh so very true.
ReplyDeleteKim C.
jess. you forgot a few. there was NO reference to hitting, spitting, burping or farting. i'll trade ya!
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