Saturday, April 25, 2009

My son runs cons.

So tonight Blaise came running into the room after breaking one of the many things he broke today. He was whinning, why I often refer to him as Whinner. He came running to me saying he was a bad boy. My heart was broken. I repeatedly told him he wasn't a bad boy. He's a very good boy that sometimes does bad things. So while we hugged and I felt like the world's worst mother ever, he tricked me into a promise of a scooter and a mini bag of Skittles, a Tootsie Roll Pop, and three plastic filled eggs from a Easter bag owed to someone else. With his guaranteed scooter and goodie bag, he climbed out of my lap and damn near skipped to his room. He got me!


  1. Thanks for stopping by my blog. Glad I gave you a few laughs. And holy cow--he did get you! I think the most I ever got out of my mom was a barley lollipop. Eww!

  2. Lol...he sounds like me with my mom...I just got a laptop today! I'm so happy. I'm pretty sure I skipped out of the store.