Sunday, February 15, 2009

That's not my job, Bub.

Yesterday morning, I set James down for breakfast and went back upstairs to finish what I was doing. When I came downstairs to Cheerios all over the kitchen, I handed him the brush and dustpan and told him (very calmly) to clean them up.

He was not particularly fond of the idea and I kept having to redirect him to his cleaning.... each time being treated to a new deluge of tears, during which at one point in time, he wailed "You aren't making my life any easier!!"

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