Me to my 9yo: Go to bed.
Him: Ok
Him: (Bangs head on his bed) Much crying ensues.
Me: I'm sorry you got hurt. Here is an icepak.
Him:(Lying in bed with the icepack, reading.)
Me: (Walking into his room an hour later) WHERE ARE YOU?
Me: (Finding him and his brother downstairs) YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED.
Them: Oh.
Me: GO TO BED.
Them: Will you tuck us in?
Me:( Walking into their room) of course.
9yo: (Trying to hand me the icepack) Will you bring this downstairs?
Me: You were just downstairs.
9yo: Yes, BUT I WAS DONE WITH THE ICEPACK.
Me: :blank stare: Bring the icepack downstairs.
10yo son: SPEAKING of icepacks (then pulling a warm one out of his pillowcase)
Me: Do you both know where we keep the icepacks?
Them: In the freezer.
My 9yo: (Exasperated) THAT is why I asked you to bring it downstairs.
With a 9 and a 10 bunking together, yes, you don't stand a chance.
Posted by: joeinvegas | June 04, 2013 at 10:55 AM
Well, you're the one who got it OUT of the freezer, aren't you?
(Amazing what passes for common sense in their little pea brains, isn't it?)
Posted by: TL | June 09, 2013 at 08:34 PM