Lately TJ has a way of repeating me at just the WRONG moment. This morning as he repeatedly put his tshirt on inside out, backwards, and head through the arm hole, I asked again if I could please help him.
"TJ, how about mommy just helps you a little bit so we can get going and mommy can get to work?"
"NO!"
"TJ, buddy, we have to get you to school."
"NO! I do it MYSELF!"
"TJ, mommy is going to count to 5 and then she is going to have to help you just a little."
(and then he responded like I talk to him when I don't like him raising his voice or calling me a booger.)
"Mommy you don't talk to me that way. Don't talk to me like that. Talk nicer to TJ!"
Thanks, you booger.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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