OK, I say that totally toungue-in-cheek, I love my children all of the time. However, I think on occassion the teen-agers in this house do question whether I love them or not. Especially when their feeling loved is predicated on my fulfillment of absurd requests such as this:
Text from Katelyn at 8:34 p.m. while she is working at McDonalds
Katelyn: Hey can you do me a favor?
Me: Depends. I'm in my jammies
Katelyn: (at 8:38 p.m.) Can you bake some cookies? I told Mitchell I would bring him some.
Me: OK
Katelyn: Thanks.
And there you have it. My way of demonstrating my love for Katelyn is to bake cookiesfor her to take to a friend even though it was "late" (in my world anything past 8:30 is late)and I really just wanted to not do anything but lay in front of the fireplace and watch The Diary of Anne Frank.
2 comments:
Why did Mitchell deserve cookies??
Dan
Well, he asked her to Winter Formal and she had to say no because she has a jazz competition that day. She was trying to make the "no" a little easier.
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