The thing that happens at least once a week in my house

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I walk into a room to find Charlie has done X.

(Insert any number of things for variable X, such as pour popcorn kernels on the floor to make patterns out of them or sneak all my vinegar and baking soda and make a giant volcanic explosion in the bathroom)

I will react by pacing the room and sputtering half sentences like

I can’t believe you just….

What were you thinking……

Do you have any idea…….

Charlie will look confused.

Then down trodden.

Then remorseful.

I will eventually end my soliloquy of disbelief by saying

<begin sarcasm/

Now I have to spend more time to clean X up. Great. Thanks a lot Charlie.

/end sarcasm>

Charlie’s face will brighten into a huge smile of relief and pride and he will say

You’re welcome, mommy!

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10 comments on “The thing that happens at least once a week in my house

  1. HA! Sometimes my husband will threaten my son by saying “you’re not gonna like it if you do X”. (Meaning he will get in trouble). However, my son always responds with “Yes I will”. So funny … except in the heat of the moment.

  2. As favorite quote says, “Sarcasm: Just another service I offer” and after years of Ted growing up in a house full of sarcasm, not only does he understand sarcasm, he is extraordinarily sarcastic himself. I am a proud mama! :-)

  3. Brilliant. My mother would always say, ” Just wait til your Father learns what you’ve done”! I see now it wasn’t the compliment I thought it was. I remember feeling so good that I could do something that Father couldn’t, that I’d say, “please, let me show him”!

  4. Hahaa… perhaps say “Charlie, it makes me really sad when this happens, because then I have to clean it up. Would you please help me?” Or something… the “thanks a lot” line is one that confuses me today, still, even when I’m looking for it.

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