I’m sure he does it on purpose
February 24, 2011 in Uncategorized
Bearing in mind that this is NOT the first time (or second, or 100th) time we’ve had this conversation:
Picture it, suppertime, our house
Me: Conor, please put some peas in that thingy
Conor: What thingy?
Me: You know, that bowl thing, man
Conor: How many peas?
Me: What? Huh? I dunno, 67 peas
Conor: (begins counting out)
Me: (sense of humour stuffed off) Aaargh! Just as many peas as we’ll need!
Conor: How many is that?
Me: (determined to teach a lesson here and not give in, while trying to cook the other bits of the supper, read the paper and maybe breathe if i’m lucky). As many peas as you usually have on a plate, for each person. You know how many peas you normally have
Conor: well, it depends on what the peas are cooked in. If they are cooked in apple juice or orange juice (huh? I’ve NEVER done that), I’d probably have a fewer, but if they are cooked in pure unadulterated water I’d probably have more. So how many peas?
Me: Well, how about for five seconds you pretend you are a NORMAL person and imagine how many peas you’d have then?
Conor: Oh, okay, a normal person? *Best Homer Simpson face ever*
But yet! I still win because I didn’t put the peas in the bowl, did I? No matter how hard he tried to make me
Gee wiz I’m a nasty mama hey? sorry my boy. love you lots. x