Baditude
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Yesterday at Costco I took the kids to the restroom while Dave shopped for meat. I hate shopping for meat. I hate choosing it out. It is like shopping in an electronics store, everything looks the same. Plus, I am never in the mood to eat meat, especially if I am the one who has to cook it. You can see, then, how shopping for it seems pointless.
So, the children and I are in the large handicapped stall in the restroom and I am trying to coax them to pee. Halfway to the restroom Kammy decided she didn't want to be seen with me, she just wanted her daddy. So by the time we actually got into the restroom, she'd been heckling me for at least five minutes.
When Kammy becomes agitated she always says, See, I told ya. I don't know what she means by this, since she didn't tell me anything to begin with, but I always know it means I am in big trouble with her. She is saying, I hate you, I only want Daddy, See, I told ya, I only like Daddy and Zach, not you, I don't have to go peepee, I hate you.
I think that if I had been in the next stall over I would have been laughing so hard I'd have fallen off the john.
However, being the target of this verbal abuse, I wasn't laughing so much. But I maybe would have if she had thrown her little nose in the air, which she has been known to do. It is very cute, and I am not sure I have ever seen anyone think they were so much better than me that they actually stuck their nose in the air like Kammy does. But then again, my exasperation would still probably have overshadowed the humor in the situation.
Finally, Kammy points her tiny finger at me and says, You have a baditude and I'm not in your heart anymore.
Do you guys think I have a baditude? No, don't answer that. I can't take any more abuse.
Yesterday at Costco I took the kids to the restroom while Dave shopped for meat. I hate shopping for meat. I hate choosing it out. It is like shopping in an electronics store, everything looks the same. Plus, I am never in the mood to eat meat, especially if I am the one who has to cook it. You can see, then, how shopping for it seems pointless.
So, the children and I are in the large handicapped stall in the restroom and I am trying to coax them to pee. Halfway to the restroom Kammy decided she didn't want to be seen with me, she just wanted her daddy. So by the time we actually got into the restroom, she'd been heckling me for at least five minutes.
When Kammy becomes agitated she always says, See, I told ya. I don't know what she means by this, since she didn't tell me anything to begin with, but I always know it means I am in big trouble with her. She is saying, I hate you, I only want Daddy, See, I told ya, I only like Daddy and Zach, not you, I don't have to go peepee, I hate you.
I think that if I had been in the next stall over I would have been laughing so hard I'd have fallen off the john.
However, being the target of this verbal abuse, I wasn't laughing so much. But I maybe would have if she had thrown her little nose in the air, which she has been known to do. It is very cute, and I am not sure I have ever seen anyone think they were so much better than me that they actually stuck their nose in the air like Kammy does. But then again, my exasperation would still probably have overshadowed the humor in the situation.
Finally, Kammy points her tiny finger at me and says, You have a baditude and I'm not in your heart anymore.
Do you guys think I have a baditude? No, don't answer that. I can't take any more abuse.
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