I Throw Up My Hands
Tonight I fixed egg burritos for dinner. (Some folk might call them breakfast burritos, but it was dinnertime, so we called them egg burritos.) I asked Tristan if he wanted one; he said yes.
When I served it to him, he took a bite, then started complaining. "There's cheese on it!"
"But you like cheese," I said.
"Not on my burrito."
Ginger asked Tristan if he wanted something else for dinner.
"Yes," he said.
"What would you like?" Ginger asked.
"A quesadilla."
2 comments:
Hilarious! Unspeakable frustration...
Try this out:
My kids have a mantra they say together when one of them starts complaining.
"You get what you get,
and you don't throw a fit."
Yum! Burritos! Nice blog. Hope you come by and visit mine! :D
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