Me: Justin, go get Katie up.
Justin: Okay.
(Boom boom boom - up stairs - boom boom boom - down stairs)
Justin: She's in a great mood.
Me: Cool.
Justin: That's called sarcasm.
Me: Uh oh, what did she do?
Justin: She threatened to throw pieces of a broken drawer at me.
Me: Wow. She let you live? That means she loves you.
Justin: Love hurts.
So far, so good. I made RJ run out and get me a cake, a 24-case of Diet Coke (yeah, I'm one of THOSE people), and some laundry soap as soon as the clock hit midnight. I also have tons and tons of wire coming for my viking weave schtuff.
Me: (Discussing Katie's morning madness again) I sometimes take Smeagol up with me and toss him at her.
Justin: (Unintelligible).
He exited, stage backward. A few minutes later:
Justin: That made her a lot happier.
Me: That's wonderful!
Justin: That's sarcasm again, Mom.
Apparently, this was Katie's schpiel:
Katie: You were just up here 4 minutes ago what do you want now I don't want to see you.
Justin: I brought up the kitty. See?
(Tosses Smeagol on her bed).
(Katie gets up, stomps over, he runs, and she slams the door).
I expect to see her soon. Too soon.
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LOL! Well, I hope you have a very happy birthday, Sapphire! I miss seeing your posts and am so happy when you blog! May you have a wonderful, blessed day today!
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