Kendall: "Mom, if you get me some ice cream, I'll be your best friend."
Me: "Get your own ice cream. You're already my best friend."
Kendall: "No I'm not!"
Me: "Yes you are. I get to choose my best friend. It's my decision."
Kendall (storming to her room): "Well I think you're a poopy head!"
Me: "Does this mean you're not going to get me some ice cream?"
Cue dramatic door slam. I didn't want ice cream anyway.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment