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Quote of the Day
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Yesterday, as I was preparing dinner in the kitchen:
ST: (from the corner of the living room): Mom! Mom! Mooooooom! Come in here and look at my cars.
Me: (concentrating on recipe and not really listening)
ST: Mooooooooom! Mooooooom! MOM!
ST marches into the kitchen and pulls on my shirt.
ST: Mom, you have to percomate when I'm calling you.
Me: Percomate? What's that?
Me: Yes, but what does it mean?
ST: It means you have to listen to me.
Me: OK, I'm percomating now. What do you need?
We proceed to the living room and have a chat about the lovely parking lot he's made under the coffee table. Evening proceeds as usual. Fast forward to around 8:00pm, when I am running water for ST's bath.
Me: (calling downstairs) ST! Come up here please! It's bathtime!
Me: (louder) ST! Come up here now. It's time for your bath.
I run downstairs and find him happily playing with his cars in the family room. I pick him up and start carrying him upstairs for his bath.
Me: (undressing ST) Why didn't you come when I called you?
ST: I don't want to take a bath.
Me: I understand that, but you still have to listen to me. I mean, you have percomate. Didn't you tell me that percomate meant "listen to me?"
ST: (authoritatively) No, Mom. Percomate means "listen to ME." (Points to himself.)