Finding Joy in Snarkville

Yet again, I have to share conversations with my Duke.

Him: I want to watch Electric Company.

Me: No, buddy, it is 20 minutes before bedtime and there’s no time.  Let’s do something else…

Him: No, Electric Company.

Me: Don’t argue, I’m the Mama.

Him: No, I the Mama.

Me: Really?  You can’t be the Mama.

Him: No.  You Duke, I Mama.

Me: Ok, if your the Mama will you go to work and earn the money we need to eat while I go play at school?

Him: I the Mama.  I put you in bed, read you story, hug and kiss goodnight, and then I go to work.

Me: Work?  What will you do?

Him: (Points at my laptop on the coffee table) Something with that.

Ok, when you work it out get back to me.  I’m off to cut and paste and maybe a connect the dots for a bit.

Is it wrong that I’m just really happy that when he pretended to be the Mama that he did tell me to clean my room?

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