Saturday, October 30, 2010

I don't want to tell you

Both of our boys occasionally are in the "I don't want to tell you" mood. How was school today? "I don't want to tell you, Daddy." How did you hurt your knee? "I don't want to tell you, Daddy." This is, apparently, typical.

But just now Olin took the cake.

"Daddy, I'm hungry. I'm really hungry."
What do you want?
"I don't want to tell you."
Do you want some crackers?
"I DON'T WANT YOU TO TELL ME EITHER!"

(pause)

"DADDY I AM HUNGRY."

(pause)

"DDDDAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYY I AAAAAM HUUUUUUNNNGRY."

How about some cheese?
"NNNNNOOOOO I don't want to tell you anything."

(stumped)

"Put it in my hands, Daddy."

He stands there, eyes squinted shut, hands out, concentrating.
I get a piece of string cheese, peel the wrapper, put it in his hands.

Smile.

"Thanks, Daddy. That's what I wanted. CHEEEESE!"

I wish I had it on tape.

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