December 27th, 2006 by Atomictumor
Me: “Can you pick up that box on the floor and take it to the kitchen, please?”
Pigpen: “Where?”
Me: “The one right by your feet, the one that your great big helicopter came in. Can you please pick it up and take it to the kitchen so I can throw it away?”
Pigpen: “It won’t fit”
Me: “Its OK buddy, I’ll throw it away. Can you please pick up the box and take it to the kitchen?”
Pigpen: “Where?”
Me: “On the floor, ding dong”
Pigpen: “Where?”
Me: “Knucklehead, its right by your leg. Your foot is touching it!”
Pigpen: “Thats not a box, thats a balloon.”
Me: “Pigpen, you’re holding the balloon. I’m talking about the darn box on the floor. The big one your helicopter came in. The one right there (pointing). Can you please pick it up and take it to the kitchen???”
Pigpen: “OH. OK.”
December 27th, 2006 at 10:56 am
Ahhhh I see you are feeling my pain.
I can say (and I’m sure BusyMom will back me up) that this stage lasts at least until age 12.
December 27th, 2006 at 11:24 am
I’ve got a 13 year old and a husband. (40 something) who still pull that one. Good for you for not giving up and doing it yourself.
I’ve got to work on that.
December 27th, 2006 at 11:56 am
4 and 5 yr old boys are soooo much fun that way….”what underwear mom?” “the ones still hooked around your ankle”
December 27th, 2006 at 4:29 pm
That sounds exactly like my four year old. It is making me laugh, just imagining someone else going through what I go through!