Just a quickie today, since I'm so busy. There have been and continue to be so many conversations in my house through the years that I wish I'd written down, so I'm going to try to remember to post some of them here.
Here's a recent one:
Cheryl, Trev, Emma and I had just finished eating dinner one night and Cheryl and I were trying to kids to get focused on all the things they have to do every night to get ready for bed on a school night:
- eat "D" (dessert) (somehow they don't usually forget to do this one)
- brush teeth
- practice their instrument - Trev the drums, Emma they trumpet
- do their "walk-through" where they walk through the house putting all their things back in their rooms
- put 15 things away off the floor of their rooms (15 clumps a day?!)
- read for 30 minutes
Yeah, it's a lot. So Cheryl and I were still sitting at the dining room table after dinner and as I say, Cheryl was getting more and more frustrated trying to get the kids to stop goofing around. Emma was in the room with us and Trev was in one of the other rooms, and here is the conversation that took place:
Cheryl, with an exasperated smile on her face: "Are you kids making it your goal to annoy me? Next one of you to annoy me gets killed!"
Emma, yelling to Trev (or "Guy" as she calls him) at the other end of the house: "Hey Guy - Mom says she wants you to come spend more time with her!"
10 years old, eh?