Out of the blue, my daughter very bluntly informed me on the way to school this morning that,
"When we are in the car, I shall be called Emily. My name is never again Ava while I am in this carseat, so please don't call me that. Got it?"
I contemplated responding with something like:
"Ok, well if that is the case, then anytime between Fridays at 5pm and Monday mornings, I shall not answer to 'Mommy' nor any requests to wipe a runny nose, cut up a piece of chicken at dinner, bring a cup of water at bedtime, help tie shoes, change poopy diapers, put band-aids on boo-boos, be the time-out police, or wipe a bum. Also, no laundry, cleaning, cooking, household errands, vacuuming, dusting, dishes, or making beds during this time-frame. Got it?"
Lucky for 'Emily,' I am a level-headed Mommy and simply responded with a smile and a nod:
"Of course, Emily. You got it!"
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