I’ve lost control of my children. Or at least D2. She’s a sassy strong redhead so what did I expect?
This morning she was a little mouthy and in a very loving, if sarcastic, way I called her “sweet child o’ mine”. Which immediately made me flash back to Guns N’ Roses so I took it upon myself to load it up on YouTube and play it for her while she was putting her shoes on.
She hated it and let me know.
“Mom, that’s awful! Turn it off”
“No, I like it. Just listen, at least until he says sweet child o’ mine”
“Where’s your phone?”
“What the heck? Don’t walk over here with your dirty shoes on. What are you thinking?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. That song drove me to it. It made me crazy and I forgot I had my shoes on. It’s dry dirt.” Because that makes all the difference.
“Why do you need my phone anyway?”
“I need to text grandma and tell her you’re irritating me. She’ll make you turn it off!”
“Yeah, good luck with that. Here, take it. I dare you.”
“Dear G-ram (because we’re super formal) mom is playing an irritating song and annoying me. Make her turn it off.” Then she signed her little sister’s name.
“You know that’s not going to help you out right?”
“But she’s your mom. You have to do it if she tells you to.”
“What would you say if I said that to you?”
“I’m old. When you’re almost 43 you can ignore what I tell you. Now go get your butt on the bus.”
“Fine, but when I’m old I’m not getting on that bus!”
“Deal. Love you honey! Have a good day.”
Now I just need to find the perfect song to be playing when she gets off the bus this afternoon. Suggestions?