So this morning Tanner was really struggling to get moving. In his defense, we had a 7:30am dentist appointment so I had to wake him up early.
Whenever it's just the boys and I driving, the radio is typically off and we have little chats. The conversations are hysterical and I wish I recorded each and every one because I'm really going to miss our morning drive-n-chat 10 years from now. Anyhow...
So on the way to the dentist this morning I was telling them that we needed to move a little faster in the morning and follow direction the FIRST time. Tanner responded in a pleading voice, "Mom, you wanted me to do all these things but I was spending all my time just praying to God that he wouldn't make any more mosquitos. I was praying - like - all morning - because my mosquito bit was so itchy!"
Now how do I respond to that excuse?
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