Just as Jackson was finishing up his lunch (finally), he decided to call me an idiot. He didn't want to take a bite of his pineapples like I suggested and he very quitely said, "You're an idiot." I took him in his room and asked him to tell me what he just said. And he said that he didn't remember a couple of times. Then he picked up a pencil from his dresser and said, "I said that this pencil is great." Anyway, he finally admited that he did indeed call me an idiot and he got a nice little spanking.
I would like to believe that he's never heard that word from either of his parents, but I'm not sure that's the case. Phillip and I do say that on occasion, but not in front of Jack (or so I thought).
Phillip and I both thought the pencil comment was particularly clever of him. I didn't laugh when he said it but Phillip and I both laughed about it afterward.
He can think that I'm an idiot all he wants, but he better not ever say it to my face again.
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13 comments:
That pencil comment was spectacular — it impresses even me. Maybe he heard you talking about Donnie's comment on your last post?
/couldn't resist
That was a textbook "redirect." I smell an attorney in the making.
PS. Your son is obviously a smart little man.
Holy jeez.
One of these days, Donnie will quit deletng the posts he makes.
I keep hoping that if we ignore him, he'll go away.
;)
Yep, one of these days I will learn to use to preview button before I publish... I have a fear of the grammar/spelling cops out there.
Or the crossing-the-line-with-subject-matter cops.
It's ok Donnie. You can post all the retarded comments on my blog that you want to. :)
Thanks Jenny. I hope you all know that I am not really a stupid retarded idiot. I just like to see what kind of reaction I can get sometimes.... Sometimes I get more than I bargain for.
Time and place is the thing, Donnie, time and place.
A line there is, everywhere — learn when to cross it not, one must.
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