I was cooking lunch when S arrived home from school in a bit of a rowdy mood.
Me: are you home already?
S: Physically yes, but my heart is at school.
Me: *groan* Seriously?
S: Yes. I live for school.
Me: OK, that's definitely enough. I need you to stop.
S: When I'm away from there I start to feel...
And then I threw the rest of my glass of iced tea in his face. (I don't know who was more shocked, S, or me because it wasn't planned and I never do that kind of thing.)
S: *What* was that?
Me: My BS meter, kid. It can only take so much...
S: (turns on the sink.) Hmm. Let me wash this off. Oh wow, that's cold---
and then he threw a handful of water on me.
Just then one of B's friends walked in and said: What is going on here?
S: Ugh! She's cooking and she's all sweaty! Look at those sweat stains!
Me: S!?
S: Gross. That definitely does *not* belong in the kitchen...
6 comments:
Our house is so boring compared to yours!
Lisa in Indy.
No sweat stains on you when you're cooking? ;-) Lucky girl!
No, and no one flinging drinks in other people's faces, either. Fascinating...
Just to set the record straight: that doesn't ever happen here either. And I don't plan to repeat it anyway because it didn't accomplish anything other than to make me laugh later when I thought about how ridiculous it was. And in the end he won anyway! I'm going to have my hands full over the next few years...
And so begins your future of getting your arse handed to you by your children. I know, because we share fates.
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