Texting With The Boy...

On Tomatoes…

 

The Boy:  What should I do with a half of a tomato?

 

Me:        Um…wrap it up and leave it on the counter.

 

The Boy:   But, I already put it in the refrigerator.

 

Me:        Then why did you ask me what to do with it? 

 

The Boy:  I dunno.

 

Me:   By the way, what are you doing with a tomato?  (I ask because he hasn’t eaten a sliced tomato since he was 2)

 

The Boy:  I made a sandwich.

 

Me:        But you don’t like tomatoes.

 

The Boy:   I still don’t like tomatoes.  I didn’t do it for me.  It was done for the sake of the sandwich.

 

Me:  Stop texting me. 

 

               

On Getting a Puppy…

 

The Boy:  Can I get a puppy?

 

Me:  No

 

The Boy:  Why not?

 

Me:  Because I’ll be the one left to look after it.

 

The Boy:   No you won’t.  I’ll feed it and take it for walks and clean up after it and it can stay in my room.  You won’t have to do a thing.

 

Me:        Have you fed your goldfish in a while?

 

The Boy:  No, I keep forgetting.

 

Me:  If you had a puppy in your room, it would have died by now.

 

The Boy:  Good point.