Saturday, January 22, 2011

Fair warning.

Me to smaller hooligan:  "Please go change into clean pants and a shirt with a collar.  We are going to a nice dinner at Mamie's.  You need to look nice."
Smaller Hooligan (wearing filthy sweats and a tshirt that I know he slept in): "These clothes are FINE."
Me:  "They are grubby.  I put the party clothes on your bed.  Mamie's friends will be at her house and it is respectful to your hostess to look nice when you go to a party.  It is not a choice.  Go change now or we will leave you at home by yourself (empty threat)."
Smaller Hooligan, stomps up the stairs, turns and scowls, "Mom, I am going to show you my MIDDLE FINGER."


He did change.  And he did not actually show me his middle finger.  That boy is all talk.  Did he win, because he made me laugh? Or did I win because I got him to tidy up?


  1. I do! I totally win! and i'm still laughing my most evil laugh!

  2. You win that is funny! I love it. I only have 1 boy 2 would have been hilarious.

  3. Your sister gets younger every time I see a picture of her. She's regressed to high school youth. It must be the all-dessert-all-the-time-since-Xmas. I must try that. (PS--this is not Stephen. It's Chelsea.)

  4. it's the bangs. i haven't had bangs since at least highschool, maybe junior high.