July 30, 2011

Bedtime Bandits

The kids are insane before bed.  In-sane.  They run around the house like their pants are on fire; usually straight out of the tub - slick, naked little crazed lunatics.   The Expert was outside getting the bikes ready for a ride tomorrow, and I was practicing my zookeeping with the kids.

Me:     James, you need to settle down, get in your bed, and wait for me to come back while I put Stella to bed.

James:  I don't like you, Mommy.

Me:      Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.

James:  I like Daddy.  I don't like you!

Me:      Well, somebody has to be the bad cop.

James:  You are a BAD cop, Mommy.


Maeve's Momma said...

Ain't it the truth!

Atlanta's Frugal Mom said...

Ah, yes, the plight of Mean Mommy and Fun Daddy. It's rather well-established in our house, too. I'm sure if Carol could say so, she'd let me know I was a BAD cop, too.

(Likely so would Baby #2, even in the womb.)