The hits just keep rolling over here at Chez Needham.
My kids are so busy. So so so so so so so busy. The endless motion is enough to send me into the corner with a paper bag.
This morning Blake was sitting up at the counter with Parker, eating his breakfast. Of course, with non stop movement. There are points in the day where I am so tired of repeating myself, that the tiniest amount of sarcasm will sneak into my voice. Naturally.
"Blake! I have an idea. How about you sit down in your chair, and eat your breakfast like I have asked you to?"
In the sweetest, most sincere voice, he replies, "Mommy. I have an idea. How about we use our nice words?"
Stop.
Just stop.
