Friday, November 16, 2012

Rough Morning

Nye threw his cucumber and screamed "don't want it."  So I gave it to lizzy.  Nye threw a royal fit, a fall down screeching on the floor, gnashing of teeth at the injustice of out all fit (all while holding another cucumber in his hand).  The following conversation then took place:

Me, under my breath: "Nye, you make me want to punch things."
Lizzy: "What?!  Nye makes you want to paint things?"
Me: " sounds like that."
Lizzy, smiling affectionately at him,"Nye, you make me want to play with play-doh."

A good reminder of kind words.

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