Monday, November 17, 2008
Horrid Little Man
This morning, before I went to work, I was filling out some paperwork at the dining room table. Cooper came in, and he really wanted the pen I was using, and I told him he could use it when I was finished with what I was doing. He didn't find that answer acceptable and he proceeded to get upset and belligerent. I held my ground explaining that I was nearly finished, and that I was using if first, etc. etc.. He told me I was a "horrid little man."
So far, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day. But, it's also sad, because my son is an impudent little worm.