My son has asked roughly 900 times in the past week to play with his friend Lizzie. Problem is – Lizzie and her sisters and mom left last week to visit family in Iowa. Xander knows this. Yet – he still asks. Every. DAY.
Today he goes – (in a whine-voice) – “I really wanna play with Lizzie”
So I reply – (in my best parent-voice) – “Then fucking thumb your way to Iowa!”
Oy. I need a drink. Or several (thousand).
