Out Adulted by a Three Year Old
Me: Pick a lane you stupid effing a-hole!
E: What was that, Mama?
Me: Nothing.
E: What did you say?
Me: Nothing. I was talking to traffic.
E: To who?
Me: To traffic.
E: What did you say?
Me: Nothing.
E: Who were you talking to?
Me: Traffic.
E: What did you say?
Me: Nothing. Never mind.
E: What?
Me: NEVERMIND!
E: What did you say?
Me: (Sticking out tongue, making fart noise with my mouth.)
E: You shouldn't do that to me, Mama.
Me: Why not?
E: Because it's rude. You wouldn't like it if I did that to you.
Indeed. Because she *has* been doing it to me. Ever since. Crap.
E: What was that, Mama?
Me: Nothing.
E: What did you say?
Me: Nothing. I was talking to traffic.
E: To who?
Me: To traffic.
E: What did you say?
Me: Nothing.
E: Who were you talking to?
Me: Traffic.
E: What did you say?
Me: Nothing. Never mind.
E: What?
Me: NEVERMIND!
E: What did you say?
Me: (Sticking out tongue, making fart noise with my mouth.)
E: You shouldn't do that to me, Mama.
Me: Why not?
E: Because it's rude. You wouldn't like it if I did that to you.
Indeed. Because she *has* been doing it to me. Ever since. Crap.
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