thank goodness we have an 11 year old to take care of us
May 9, 2007
Rob and I were sitting in the family room tonight. Eating jellybeans (me), “working” on the computer (me), ironing (him), watching basketball (him), and complaining about allergies while rubbing my eyes until they oozed out of their sockets in a slimy pool (uh, me).
Basically we were acting like the responsible grow-ups that we are.
Suddenly my 11 yr old son comes storming into the room.
“Do you smell that?!?” he yelled at us. His hands on his skinny little hips.
“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” I answered.
“You put your dinner in the oven and left it in there! It is all burnt up!” he yelled some more.
“Oh, wow. We totally forgot.” I explained to him.
“That’s dangerous. That’s why timers were invented.” he scolded some more.
“I already took it out of the oven. You might want to wash it before it sticks on that pan forever,” he scolded one last time. And then with a shake of his head he departed back up to bed.
I looked over at Rob. “Man, I half expected him to ground us.”
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