Sometimes, on days where WeeBee ignores everything I say, I start to freak out. On days that I'm incredibly sleep deprived, I start thinking that he will never listen to anything I tell him, and I will end up as the mother of a chainsaw wielding serial killer. (Yes, when I'm sleep deprived, chainsaw massacres are a natural progression from throwing sippy cups and bouncing on the bed.) Not to diminish the responsibility that serial killers have for their crimes, but let's face it, if your kid ends up being a serial killer, you screwed up somewhere.
Anyway, yesterday we were heading home after a very long afternoon. Our gps had malfunctioned, we ended up driving around in circles for an hour, stuck on a detour, and ended up stopping at Ikea for ice cream out of frustration. When we finally got back to our town, we couldn't turn onto our street because the telephone pole that had fallen six hours ago still hadn't been removed. We were driving along our latest detour when out of nowhere WeeBee said, "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking us to the store and for ice cream."
I guess he pays more attention than I thought.
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