Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken

April 16th, 2007

Me: I’m all done playing, Max.

Max: What happened, Mommy?

Me: I’m going to take a shower. I want to be alone.

Max: Where’s uh-yone, Mommy?

Me: Alone? Alone is where you are not.

Max: Where’s uh-yone?

Me: Alone is in the shower without you.

Max: Where’s uh-yone, Mommy?

Me: Alone is Mommy in the shower and Max upstairs with the door shut.

Max: Max take a shower.

Me: No, Max go away so that Mommy doesn’t have to bang her head against the wall for relief.

Max: What happened, Mommy?

Me: Nothing, Max.

Max: What happened, Mommy? What happened a head?

Me: Nothing, Max. Mommy’s head is fine. Now go play upstairs.

Max: What happened to Mommy’s head?

Me:

Max: What happened, Mommy?

Me: I’m afraid to say anything.

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