>The art of negotiation.


Via the Mark Twain bookstore.
B has brushed his teeth, kissed his daddy, and been tucked into bed.  I am just starting to relax when he pages me:
Moooommmmmeeeeeee!!!!!  Moooommmmmeeeeeee!!!!!  Moooommmmmeeeeeee!!!!!
It’s like an air raid siren.
I reluctantly go into his room and ask, “Why are you yelling at me?”
B, lying indolently on his bed with his hands folded behind his head and his left foot resting on his cocked-up right knee (a-la Tom Sawyer), says, “Tuck me in Mommy.”
I look at him in disbelief, arms akimbo, “I’m sorry, what?  Are you kidding me?  You can’t tuck yourself in?”
He looks me straight in the eye and says, gravely, “But I just lyin’ here, Mommy!”
Oh, well then.  Of course.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s