I’m making the bed. Rob enters our room in a huff.
Him: “Gawd. She is so bossy.”
Me: “Which one?”
Him: “The little one.”
Me: “What did she do now?”
Him: “Well, she was looking for her Pink Silky and she asked me where it was. I told her it was in her crib and said ‘Go upstairs and get it.’”
Me: “Yeah.”
Him: And she said “No, you go get it.”
Me: “Um-hmm. So, what did you do?”
Him: “I went and got it.”
Me: *raise eyebrows* *stare* *blink* *blink*
But, in all honestly, it was probably for the best. Otherwise, things likely would have escalated into screaming and a tantrum.
And I just can’t take it when Rob cries.
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Oh no! The raised eyebrows! Have you read my latest post?
My hubby is notorious for being ordered around by our kids which leads me to occasionally doing it to avoid the tantrum. We shouldn’t be parents.
I just suck it up and ignore the tantrum, but that is because I am way more stubborn and immature than a two year old.
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Kristie–yup, I read it. Totally know what you mean.
Jessica–ditto me.
Jill–glad you liked it!