Ella: Mom! Tell the dog to stop smelling my scrambled eggs!
Me: Wednesday, go lay down.
Dog: Moves back from Ella’s plate on the coffee table precisely 6 inches
Ella: MOM! She’s looking at my eggs!
Me: Wednesday! Go lay down.
Dog: Backs up another six inches.
Ella: MooooOOoooOooooooOoOoooOoM! Tell her to stop looking at me!
Me: Oh My God! If you two don’t stop it I’m going to loose my mind!
2 comments:
I know, instead, have another kid, that will fix things. Ella will so distracted, she won't have time to bother with the dog. In a couple of years it will be the two kids screaming at each other, "mom, she is looking at me!"
mmooooooommmm, he's THINKING about me!
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