Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Mordechai: I don't want to eat chicken. You can't tell me to eat chicken.

Me: (shrug) You don't have to. It's your decision. If you eat your chicken though, you can have dessert.

Mordechai: You know, you're not in charge of my stomach. That's my body. You're in charge of the house and my clothing. So don't tell me to eat chicken!

[p.s. He ate the chicken and liked it, just like I knew he would.]

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

At least he admits you are in charge of his clothing...how much longer do you think that will last? Oh, wait, he's a boy. I guess he doesn't care much about clothing, right?

Anonymous said...

You're in charge of cleaning the clothes, that he gets. Are you in charge of telling him what to wear?

Ayelet said...

I think he was just fishing around for something I was "in charge of" that he didn't care much about. As long as he doesn't find something particularly uncomfortable, he'll wear it. Also, he doesn't like looking "too good" because then everyone tells him how handsome he is and he hates that sort of attention. Tell him how smart he is, on the other hand...

... Is the Window to Our Soul said...

I was going to ask if Mordechai was around age 6 because his attitude sounds soooo familar. But I just noticed from a previous post that yep, he's 6.

Ayelet said...

We really do need those bios...Who wants to bug PT?