Jack: Why haven’t we had dinner yet? It's dark already, and I've been home from school forever.
Me: No one has said that he was hungry.
Jack: Well, you’re supposed to tell us it’s dinner time, ask what we want to eat, cook it, and bring it to us.
I’ve set some disturbing precedents.
Me: Silence, giving Jack my best I-Can’t-Believe-You-Just-Said-That-To-Mommy stare
Jack: Sorry, Mommy.
He's not sure what he said wrong, but at least I got an apology.
Me: That’s O.K. How about from now on, you tell me when you’re hungry and we’ll talk about dinner.
Me: Fine. Now, what do you want for dinner?
Jack: I’m not hungry yet.
My trapezius is sleazius!
1 day ago