ME: (after Mack took his boots off for the 3rd time in the car this morning) Mack, I am not playing with you. You better have those boots on and keep them on because when I get to the store I am not going to stand out in the cold and put your boots on. We got dressed at home.
MACK: I don’t want to put my socks on!
ME: Fine, Mack. Just put the boots on.
MACK: But I want my socks on. I do want them.
ME: Fine, Mack, wear them. But you better obey. This is not funny.
A LONG, LONG PERIOD OF SILENCE. MACK HAS ON A POUTY FACE.
MACK: Mama, I am not playing this game with you.
ME: (taken aback and laughing inside) What in the world are you talking about, Mack?
MACK: This game, where you talking to me and talking to me.
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He was done listening to me. He wasn’t playing this game anymore.
I guess he told me.
