T, N and E were bugging this morning while I was trying to have an exceptionally important conversation about Christmas presents. It’s a tough balance this year, and I’m starting to stress out a bit.
So, I asked them to leave the room.
And then I asked them to go out.
And then I changed rooms.
And then I asked them to leave the room.
And then . . .you get the picture.
Me: If you boys don’t leave right now, I am going to fill your stockings so full of coal that Santa won’t be able to get any presents into them.
T: OK mom, but if you do, I don’t want those cheap briquettes.