the_blig (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_blig) wrote,@ 2008-12-12 16:14:00 |
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So. I took my child to the grocery store today, along with her stuffed bear Bearbear (smart children can't name ANYthing, as I know from my own experience). About halfway through the store, she decided it would be fun to fling Bearbear across the aisle. "Gracie, don't throw your bear."
She picked him up, tiptoed across the aisle, and dropped him on the other side.
"Gracie, don't DROP your bear."
She picked him up, put him down, and punted him back across the aisle.
"Gracie. If that bear leaves your hands again, you are not seeing him again until naptime."
Silence. Approximately 30 seconds of blissful serenity follow before I HEAR her being smug and look over to see her ambling behind me, holding the bear by one ear...in her teeth.
I'm beginning to think that heavy liquor may be required to make it until kindergarten.
So. I took my child to the grocery store today, along with her stuffed bear Bearbear (smart children can't name ANYthing, as I know from my own experience). About halfway through the store, she decided it would be fun to fling Bearbear across the aisle. "Gracie, don't throw your bear."
She picked him up, tiptoed across the aisle, and dropped him on the other side.
"Gracie, don't DROP your bear."
She picked him up, put him down, and punted him back across the aisle.
"Gracie. If that bear leaves your hands again, you are not seeing him again until naptime."
Silence. Approximately 30 seconds of blissful serenity follow before I HEAR her being smug and look over to see her ambling behind me, holding the bear by one ear...in her teeth.
I'm beginning to think that heavy liquor may be required to make it until kindergarten.
