This is a fairly accurate transcript of a conversation I had with my four-year-old last night, highlighting the futility of my existence.
Edward: “Daddy, can we have dinner now?”
Me: “Yes, I’ll go make dinner.”
Edward: “Can we have chicken nuuuuuggets for dinner?”
Me: “Ok.”
Edward: “Can I have ketchup?”
Me: “Yes.”
Edward: “NO! NOT ON MY PLATE! In a little bowl.”
Me: *sigh* “Fine, I’ll get you a little bowl.”
Edward: “Not the blue bowl! The pink bowl!”
Me: “We don’t have a little pink bowl.”
Edward” *crying* “It’s not fair! I never get anything I want!”
Were you at my house last night?
Ha ha! No, that’s tonight! But I guess I can expect a similar vibe to make me feel at home. 🙂