I guess I’m not getting my Christmas bonus this year

On the days we go to the gym, we ALWAYS have the following conversation, “Now, when mommy comes in to get you, what do I expect you to do?” Kids in angelic tandem, “Come right out and put on our shoes and coats.”

And today was no different. I asked the question. They responded. We went into the gym. I worked out. I came into the daycare to get them and PJ refused to get her shoes on. It’s not that she just doesn’t want to do it; she simply wants to watch the rest of the Dora the Explorer that she was so rudely ripped away from. None the less, we still need to leave.

After several failed attempts to redirect her to her shoes and away from the TV, I told her that the rest of us were ready and that we were going to start walking out the door. She turned to me and loudly proclaimed, “Mama, you goin in a time-out cause yous a snotty giyal. AND, (brow furrowed and finger waging back and forth at me) I don’t want you to be my mama anymore, I want someone else to be my mama!”

I told her that if that was indeed the case, she could go find that woman and have her make her lunch.

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