I leave for one week, and my son turns into a twelve-year-old.
Henry: My shoe feels funny.
Me: Do you want to take it off?
Henry (sighing): I'll live.
*
Henry (sniffling): I'm not going to camp anymore. I'm staying in bed until I'm ten.
Me: Let's discuss that tomorrow, shall we?
Henry: Tomorrow I'm going to remember this crying fit. And I’m going to remind you that we agreed I could stay in bed.
Me: Good night.
Henry: Until I'm TEN.
*
Henry's friend Sofia: (nonsensical babbling about something or other)
Henry: What?
Sofia: I know, right?
Henry: I didn't say "WHA??!!!", I said "what."










July 22, 2008
Reader Comments (32)
Evidently, he also turned into a Jewish mom in that first one. Can't you just hear it? "I'll live...God fahBID you have to be inconvenienced. Bettah my foot should fall off..."
(also said in the best NYC accent)
...maybe in a previous life..?
Time: Last SaturdaySetting: Previews for "Wall-E" -- some upcoming film having to do with a Little League team of Mexican boys ... White men making racist, ignorant comments to/about them.
My 7-year-old companion: (waves hand dismissively and stage whispers) I hate Americans.
In my world Noah and/or Tessa say, "OH MY GOOD MY FOOT IS KILLING ME! I'M GONNA DIIIEEEE!!! LIKE THE POOR DOOOOOGGGG!!! GET IT OOOFFFF!!!"
Can I just come be you for a little while?
http://notesfromthesleepdeprived.blogspot.com
I leave for four days, and suddenly, I'm no longer Mommy. I'm Mom.
*sniffle*
Henry is priceless.