M: What’s for supper?
Me: Macaroni & Cheese!
M. Mac & Cheese!!! I LOVE that stuff! I’ve never had that before!
Me Thinking to Myself: Well, which is it kid? Lol.
M. was swing a toy flashlight he pretends is a nunchuck and it dropped on the floor.
M: Mommy, did I break my neck?
Me: No, darling, you didn’t break your neck.
M: Well, did I twist my ankle?
Me: No, darling, you didn’t twist your ankle.
M: Well, I felt something in my ankle twist.
Me: Do you even know where your ankle is?
M: Noooo. . . .
Me: It’s right here (I grab his ankle)
M: Well, my ankles are in my neck.
Me Thinking to Myself: Kid, you are something else!
Me: Get back to the table and eat your supper! Don’t pet the dog while you’re eating! That’s just gross! You don’t know what he’s been doing! He’s been rolling in the mud!
. . . . . . 5 Minutes Later. . . .
Me: M, I told you not to pet the dog while you’re eating! STOP THAT!
M: I’m not petting him, Mommy. I’m trying to get him to lick me!
Me Thinking to Myself: YUCK! I think he missed the point.