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.
Oh my gosh! Two year olds. Especially the kind that are about to turn into three year olds.
How funny! He reminds me of Vance so much…sassy little thing!