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.
6 comments:
Your illustration and verbal exchange with your son are reminiscent of some long lost 19th century Russian novel, probably titled "Horrid Little Man."
What a great team! ;-)
ahhahhahaa!!
horrid little man, and appropriate doodle to go along with it. Where does he learn that stuff?
Perhaps the worm doesn't fall far from the apple?! :)
horrid and impudent are such great words :)
You should be proud your kid is using such elegant language instead of the usual colorful stuff. Haha, horrid little man. Looks like you got a writer on your hands!
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