Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tonight at the Dinner Table..
Camden wanted syrup on his french toast. "I want syrup!" he screamed as he slapped his hand onto his already syrup-soaked plate. "Aahh! Sticky!" And he ran crying to the bathroom to wash his hands. Or should I say to "scrub in," since Camden can rival any surgeon in handwashing thoroughness. Upon his return to the table, Camden yelled, "I told you I wanted syrup and you didn't do it!" my reply: "First of all, I already gave you syrup. And second, you did not tell me that before you started screaming." To which Camden answered, "Yes I did! I said, "euhh!"
Oh, silly me. Somehow I missed that.