Mr. Pleaser

We were packing up in the car yesterday and Parker was being exceptionally snotty. I finally turned around and say, "Parker, knock it off!"

His eyebrows furrow, he purses his lips and says, "No YOU knock it off."

Not funny.

Ever.

I then proceeded to not so gently remind him that there are some things that only parents can do. Like eat ice cream for dinner...in bed! (I didn't say that.)

It was quiet in the car and he finally says, "Mommy. You pritty gwill."

"Thank you Parker."

As if on cue, he quickly responds, "You happy now?"

No.

Get it Right Mom

I was putting books away in Parker's room today and noticed a couple of random blue crayon markings on the wall.

"Parker, what is that?"

He looks at me, looks at the ground and then starts to smile.

"Whoa...did you do that? Crayons go on paper, not the wall. Did you do that today?"

He looks up, and turns very serious on me. "No mommy. I do it morrow."

"What? You did it yesterday?" I asked him.

"NO! I do it morrow. You not see it today."