Cole has a new favorite story. All parents know that feeling… the dread and guilt the story you know a little too well brings on.
Your little one comes toddling up, favorite story in hand. You’re so glad they enjoy it. You’re soooo tired of reading it. Eventually, because story time love can be fickle, the book changes. Sometimes it makes you miss the older one really quickly.
Boom, boom, boom!
My not so quiet 2 year-old stomps my direction, as I am cleaning the kitchen counter for the umpteenth time that morning.
Stowwy! Read!
Oh, Honey… I don’t think…
Stowwy! Pwease!
But, it’s… That’s…
Stowwy! STOWWY!
Alright. Story. (big sigh)
We sit. I open and begin to read.
Heat oven to 275. Remove all wrapping from ham, including plastic disk…
See, our Easter ham came with directions in a little pamphlet, and Cole knows a good story when he sees it. You have no idea how many times I have had to read it to him this week. NO IDEA.
2 comments:
OH MY GOSH! That is hilarious!
And I am sad at laughing at your misery but c'mon, you got me going with the Boom, Boom, Boom of the big guy coming your way and then end it with the story of ham?!? How could I not be laughing?
You are SUCH a good mom. That "story" would have been lost forever (buried in the outside garbage can) after the 2nd reading in this house!
We joke in my family that there is a 'pork appreciation gene'... so how can I refuse? ;)
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