“Mom,” said Sydney. “Where are my apple slices?”
I had been doing a million things and had told her to hold on. “Remember, I told you to hold on.”
“Where are they?”
“Sydney, I told you to hold on.”
“You’re a bad mom,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Oh, great. Just what I needed to hear.
“Well, you’re a bad girl for not listening. I told you to hold on.” (I know, I shouldn’t engage in verbal sparring with a little kid! I was tired, people!)
“Well, you’re a bad mom,” she said with a straight face.
Thankfully, when I cracked a smile, so did she. And then she got some apple slices. Eventually. After she held on for a minute!
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