Yes, it's true... I'm still a jerk!
What have I done to earn this coveted title, you may ask?
Well, let me tell you:
Imagine, if you will, a mere 16 minutes after supper ~ (a supper Trinity refused to eat becuase I didn't make the broccolli like daddy does) she decides that pickles would be good. Why??
"Mommy, I"M STARVING"
Well, you should have eaten your supper then.
But MOMMY... I'm SOOOOOO hungry. I could eat the whole earth!
The whole earth hey?
I WANT PICKLES!!! Puh-leez can I have some pickles???
You're a JERK!! (screamed this in my ear, no less)
I know, you told me yesterday. Now, go to your room.
She stomped upstairs like a teenager who couldn't go the mall!!
Stomp, stomp, stomp. SLAM!
10 minutes later, she was asleep (in her clothes) .
The next morning. . . for breakfast?
I gave her pickles.
"You're a JERK!!! "