What every single conversation is like around here.
Me: Okay, it's time to go, so let's—
Henry [throwing himself to the ground]: WHAAAAAaaagh oof!
Me: Henry.
Henry: I really fell! That wasn't a trick!
Me: Yeah. Anyway, as I was saying—
Henry [careening toward the wall]: Oh nooooooo the house is sliding to one side!
Me: Henry, we're late for—
Henry: Oof! Oh, man, I hit that wall hard.
Me: I recommend you stop throwing yourself against hard surfaces. So as I was say—
Henry [his body sliding across the parquet]: HEHHHHHHHHFFFFfff.
Me: Oh, sweet baby Jesus, enough with the wacky pratfalls.
Henry: Now I'm going to hit the couch really hard with my face.
Me: No you're not. No, you're not NO YOU'RE NOT aaand you just did.
Henry: WHAT? That was an accident.
Me: You kind of gave yourself away when you announced it beforehand. Can you just put your socks on OH MY GOD GET UP.
Henry [face down in front of me]: I'M DOING IT. Why are you so grumpy all the time?
Me: Here. Your socks. HERE.
Henry [putting on one sock and then falling over]: WAAAIIIIOOOOOOooough.
Me: You're trying to kill me, aren't you.










January 23, 2009
Reader Comments (78)
Of course, by then they start asking to borrow your car.
So maybe it's not better. Just different. But people glare at you in supermarkets less.
We parents have to hang onto what little solace we're offered...
I came out of lurker status for this post. I raised 4 boys and I remember these days well. The baby of the group is now 20 so it's been a long time since I've had this type of conversation in my house. But, it was such a nice reminder.
But thank you for helping me see the humour in the situation yet again. I let my stern face get the best of me way too often!
And, why are you spying on me?
Of course he's trying to kill. Isn't that what they are all trying to do? Run us into the ground?