coop got in trouble last night. lots of trouble. and rather than spank him or send him to his room, i confiscated the cowboy gun that he got for christmas. it is currently sitting on top of the costco chocolate cake, on top of the fridge. coop and becks and i stayed home from church today because coop's phlegm is so thick it is making him gag. the gagging is followed by puking. delightful, yes? he has asked me if he can have the gun on several occassions. apparently sick boys need their guns. about five minutes ago i told him no and he told me he was going to go away to a place where there are no moms, high on a mountain. i told him it would be very cold there. he did not care. he really wants that gun. these are just a few of the things he has told me he is going to do to me if i do not get the gun down: throw me in the dumpster, turn over the rug in the kitchen, throw away all my toys, spin his leg around in a circle (?), count to three, lock me in a really good place, put everything in my mouth and make me swallow it, call the police, put fire in my mouth (otherwise known as vinegar); and then he's going to "cry really loud in this house." what a lunatic. did i create this monster? he just turned to me and said, "i am sorry i talked mean to ya." all is forgiven. but no, you still cannot have the gun.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
i am sorry i talked mean to ya
coop got in trouble last night. lots of trouble. and rather than spank him or send him to his room, i confiscated the cowboy gun that he got for christmas. it is currently sitting on top of the costco chocolate cake, on top of the fridge. coop and becks and i stayed home from church today because coop's phlegm is so thick it is making him gag. the gagging is followed by puking. delightful, yes? he has asked me if he can have the gun on several occassions. apparently sick boys need their guns. about five minutes ago i told him no and he told me he was going to go away to a place where there are no moms, high on a mountain. i told him it would be very cold there. he did not care. he really wants that gun. these are just a few of the things he has told me he is going to do to me if i do not get the gun down: throw me in the dumpster, turn over the rug in the kitchen, throw away all my toys, spin his leg around in a circle (?), count to three, lock me in a really good place, put everything in my mouth and make me swallow it, call the police, put fire in my mouth (otherwise known as vinegar); and then he's going to "cry really loud in this house." what a lunatic. did i create this monster? he just turned to me and said, "i am sorry i talked mean to ya." all is forgiven. but no, you still cannot have the gun.
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