An Answer For Everything...

5 minutes ago...Note Mitch's new nickname for me.


Mitch: "Mom, will you come build me a house out of pillows on the couch?"

Me: "Sure, bud. I'll be right there. I'm putting Matty to bed for his nap."

Mitch: "No, Mom! Right now!"

And then, he did it. He chopped me. He hit me on the leg, while sporting a very frustrated and mean face. Great. He does not hit often, but I really wanted to make a big deal of this and teach him that it is not acceptable. So....I sent him to his room, waited a bit, went in to talk to him, blah blah blah. Well, this is how it went.

Me: "Do you know why you are in time out?"

Mitch: "Yeah. I chopped you on the leg. I wanted to break you into 5 pieces."

Me (wanting to really get my point across): "If you chopped me into 5 pieces, then I would not be alive anymore." Ha- that will show him!

Mitch: "Oh. It's OK. I would then get glue and glue you back together, little buddy."

Me: "No. It wouldn't work. I would not be alive."

Mitch: "OK then. I would go and get the stuff that Jesus used to make you, and then I would use that to put you back together, because if Jesus used it, it will definitely work."

Me (exasperated): "Fine. Just don't hit, OK."

Mitch: "OK, little buddy."