(Sorry if you're one of those people who hate it when bloggers post more than once in a day.)
Dinner was going to be ready in a few minutes.
I pulled Joseph (who just turned four) out of the pantry for the third time, telling him that dinner was almost ready and no matter how much he begged, I was not going to make macaroni and cheese for him.
Having a complete hunger meltdown, the following conversation took place. Remember, he has a lisp.
Joseph: *crying* Fine! I will be seventeen and I will die!
Me: Uh... why will you die?
Joseph: *sniffing* Because I will be sixteen and died and be around here!
Me: But why will you die?
Joseph: *exasperated* Because I will be seventeen!
By now he's looking at me like I've gone daft for not completely understanding.
Me: But why?
Joesph: No, peoples just put nails in Jesus and he died! And that wasn't very nice, huh. I don't want to be dead.
Okay then. I'm just going to blame it on the Primary teachers and their Easter lessons.
He then starts licking a head band that was sitting on the counter.
Joseph: *mischievous laughter* I will make this all slobbery! Heeheeheeheehee!
Me: Okay, that was gross. Well, dinner is ready!
Joseph: I don't like your food. It tastes disgusting!
Once everyone was seated I handed Savannah her plate. She then wrinkled up her nose and told me it smelled like throw-up.
See if I make Chicken Alfredo Lasagna ever again!
I guess now would be a really, really bad time to go into how rewarding motherhood can be....