The other day I struggled to get Griffin out the door, which is no small hurdle since he has normal four year old hearing impairment, but compounding the problem on this particular day was his poor attitude.
"Griffin, I've told you already: Go upstairs and get your shoes and socks. We need to go!"
He and his dark cloud walked around the corner where he uttered, "Fine! But I don't like you anyway!"
I looked to the kitchen where Mr. Wicke (a.k.a. my defender and hero) was standing at the counter quietly reading the newspaper. He hadn't even flinched.
"Uh, did you hear your son?"
"Yup."
"Well, do you think it's nice for him to talk to his mother like that?"
"No."
Well? Aren't you going to say something?"
Pause. "Umm...I like you?"
I'm a sucker for a guy who can make me laugh.
11 comments:
That is so Thomas! Hilarious!
So funny.
Yep, that's my boy. So glad you're able to laugh at times like this.
What a funny story!! Love reading your blog. Hey, do you ever hear from Bobbie Jo??
Har har har! He's a real comedian, isn't he? Too funny!
Ha! that sounds exactly like something my hubby would say.
I like you too... Thomas is a hoot.
Lunch sometime?
anytime let me know....
Nothing like a righteous defender. Sounds SO like my husband.
I am convinced that we are lucky women and found the spouse we needed most in our life... mine too often reminds me that laughter is the best medicine and that not ALL battles are worth the fight.
LOLOLOL...do all Wicke boys say stuff like that. I was pouting the other day and Nathan just laughed at me and said that it was so cute that he couldn't tell me know. We laughed and I can't remember what I was pouting about!
Too cute.
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