July Fly on the Wall

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Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

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Participants:

Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom 

Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad

AJ – our only child, a 7 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge

Bonus – our sweet and lovable adopted rat terrier 

AJ:

As I dropped him off at the Boys and Girls club for summer camp, the assistant director said to Anthony. “You need to tell me a story.”

Why am I not surprised, he tells the best stories with his Italian hands moving all around.

While play wrestling with Daddy, “Take it easy, I’m just 7 years old.”

 

“Oh man, my fart stinks so bad.” then laughs hysterically

AJ never lets me rub his head, back, or kiss him unless it’s on his terms. Of course, when he’s sick or hurt kisses are must and back rubs are essential for a good night’s sleep.

So the other morning I said to him. “At least Bonus lets me kiss her.”

AJ: “That’s because she’s a dog and can’t wipe off your kisses. She doesn’t know she can do that.”

Well excuse the F out of me dude.

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This then led to another question during a nature show. An animal was giving brith, I don’t remember what mammal, but Anthony looked at me and said. “I though babies came out of the stomach, that baby didn’t come out of the stomach.

I knew were this was going.

“Yes, well when animals give birth the babies come out of the mommy’s vagina.” He looks at me in a combination of shock, horror, and disgust.

“What? But I came out of your stomach.”

“Well that’s because they had to cut you out because you were born early. Sometimes that happens and other times they come out of the vagina.”

Thankfully no questions about how the babies go tin there. Though if they did I would have had no issues in giving him direct answers that are

I have been trying to be more patient with AJ and not raise my voice. Today during his haircut he asked for a lollipop. Since it was not yet 12 noon, the barber said are you sure your mom will be okay with it. He swore I would be.

Of course I told him he had to each his lunch first. He groaned, but once we got int he car I knew I was going to hear major begging.

“I need to eat it now.”
“No, you have to have lunch first.”
“But I’m starving and I really want it.”
“I gave you my answer and the conversation is over.”
“I want it now!”
“Asked and answered.”
“I WANT IT NOW, MOMMY.”
“Asked and answered.”
“But, Mommy. I want it now. It’s mine and I should be able to eat it now.”
“Asked and answered.”
“Stop saying that. I want it now.”
“Asked and answered.”
“OH MY GOD, STOP SAYING THAT MOMMY. I AM GOING TO SAY THAT TOO NOW. ASKED AND ANSWERED. I WANT IT YOU MEAN MOMMY. IT’S MINE. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.” Then he screams at the top of his lungs and glares at me. Five seconds later we are pulling into the driveway.

He DID put it on the counter and eat all his lunch first. I told him I was proud of him for not opening it anyway and eating it.

 

 

 


Comments

July Fly on the Wall — 4 Comments

  1. Oh my, I can see my son needing the comeback “asked and Answered.” Way to not give in and let him have the lollipop. Our battles over candy are similar.

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