Ryker was eating toast on the couch this evening. Ross had left for work and the other two boys were (amazingly) playing computer games together and getting along. So, I was peacefully enjoying a rare moment of quiet and a good cup of tea.
"MOMMMAA!!!! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR VACCUUM OUT AND PICK UP ALL THESE CRUMBS I MADE!"
Oh no. He. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.
There were so many things wrong with what he just said, I couldn't even wrap my brain around a fraction of them.
I quietly told him he had the options of sitting in the crumbs or eating them off the couch. (is that wrong of me?)
You know what he did? Moved down the couch to the "un-crumby" area. Now I don't feel bad about the options I gave him.
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