things are about the same right now, but I thought I'd pass on this tale because it cracked me up last night.
my sister was heading over to the hospital w/ the rugrat and asked if I could stick around and watch him while she went in to see my mom. I said sure, as long as she wasn't going to be long. she assured me she'd be there in an hour and then turned off her phone so I couldn't get ahold of her. 3 hours later she finally shows up, and I am, understandably, irritated. rugrat is not in a good mood either (since it's like 8:45 by this time), so I can tell this is going to be great.
we're sitting in the waiting room, him pouting, and me reading a magazine. I decide it will be a great idea to buy him a sugary, caffeine loaded soft drink and then send him home with my sister. This plan is evil, and I like it. he, of course, is game, so I purchase a Pepsi (I considered going for the Mt. Dew, but that would just be wrong) and hand it off to him. So he is instantly in a better mood and I am snickering at my evilness. I teach rugrat how to burp, and then try to record him with my phone, but he's having none of it. He wants to record something else. here's the conversation:
mouse: "what do you want me to record you saying?"
rugrat: "I don know"
m: "how about you say [mouse] is the best aunt EVER!"
r: [giggling] "Nooooo!"
m: [w/ mock look of hurt] "why not?"
r: "because your aren't."
m: "I'm not!? why not?"
r: "well, sometimes you are, and sometimes you aren't."
m: "when am I not the greatest aunt ever?"
r: "I don't know. I'll have to think about that one."
good. grief. now you know why I refer to him as the rugrat.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
6 comments:
Did he really say he has to think about that one? Because that's pretty astute for a little kid!
Not that he should have to think about whether you're the best aunt or not, naturally.
how cute. I hope your sis had to put up with him bouncing off the walls all night ;)
Kids are a riot!
he really did, jules. I know, bizarre, right? I just sat there for about 3 minutes with my mouth open.
I left before my sister came out, (my dad was watching him at this time) but all he was yelling was, "I have to POOP! come wipe my butt!"
I was like, hell no.
You refused to wipe his butt? No wonder he doesn't think you're the greatest aunt! What kind of cruel woman are you?
He sounds like a peach. Now I'm kind of glad I'm an only child with no nieces or nephews in my future.
Ha!! I REFUSE to wipe booties!! The only poop I will clean is mine, Brent's & Pippin's. And even those two are borderline!
Evil Auntie! Okay, not like I haven't done similar with my nieces/nephews...and in true hypocritical action, got pissed off at my in-laws/sister/etc. when they do similar to Ash...
Post a Comment