They don’t listen to me either

So, last night I’m in one room, the kids in another. There might have been (nerf) football throwing going on. But it was getting close to bedtime, so I say:

Me: No more rowdy. It’s time to get ready for bed. Play a quiet game.

Kids: Okay!

Andrew (after a barely imperceptible pause): Kyra, throw this at me as hard as you can.

Yeah. Some days it’s like talking to the walls.


Filed under Kids

3 responses to “They don’t listen to me either

  1. Jenn

    Um, most days? 🙂

  2. Amy

    SOME days are like talking to walls?

    Around here, it’s every day. 🙂

  3. Wait til he truly hits “teen”. ;-0

    Or even worse, til Kyra hits seventh grade. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

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