D-Day Plus Seven

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I was getting breakfast for the kids this morning, as I’ve been doing since Mary was born, and had this conversation with my seven-year-old.

Dave: I want some chocolate milk.

(Note: he didn’t say please.)

Me: And what makes you think you deserve chocolate milk?

Dave (surprised): What?

Me: And what makes you think you deserve chocolate milk?

Dave (in disgust, as though I’d misheard him): REGular milk.

Me: No, you said you wanted chocolate milk.

Dave (with an air of resignation): OK, I’ll have chocolate milk.

It was a genuine Bugs Bunny/Daffy Duck moment. I laughed loud and long, and got Dave his chocolate milk.

2 thoughts on “D-Day Plus Seven”

  1. Somewhere Chuck Jones is having a good laugh that not only did you let the little manipulator get away with it, you rewarded him for it.

    I am too, in fact.

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  2. I see a politician in the making! Mine would have questioned the word “deserve” but then they are teenagers.

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