As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Mommy's Short Memory
The other day (Saturday) in the car, Zachary was in a rare whining mood. I got fed up with it after a few minutes and hollered at him, "If you don't stop the whining right this minute, you will not be watching television for an entire week!!!" He whined about something a few minutes later, and I said, "Ok, you've sealed your fate. No watching tv for an entire week for you."
My rear view mirror was trained on him already, as I use that to make eye contact with my kids when I discipline them in the car. So as I said that, I looked in the mirror at him. His response was classic.
He simply shrugged, looked out the window and said in a calm and nonchalant tone, just as much to himself as to me, "Well, I know you'll forget about THAT by next Tuesday...."
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