More Conversations From the Back Seat. And Other Stuff.

So my brother and I were discussing chicken the other day.  More specifically, my attempt at the beer can chicken.  And how I said it was alright, but when factoring in the prep time, cook time, and clean up time, that I would prefer to just buy a store bought rotisserie chicken and do what I want with it.  It’s just as good and WAY, way less labor intensive.  And how I often buy them, shred them, and then use them throughout the week.

This prompted him to respond, “You’re one of THOSE moms…”  After inquiring, he further specified, “One of those working moms that are all about convenience.”  I had to concede his point.

So this evening we took a trip to T@rget to do some grocery shopping.  And like always, we get through the whole store without buying anything substantial.  I’ve become a terrible meal preparer.  I just have no desire to do so.  Every time I think about it, I think about the work involved, how Chlo will just turn her nose up at whatever I make, and it all goes to waste.  So we end up with very simple meals.  Maybe a protein (like above referenced rotisserie chicken) and cut up fruits/veggies (raw).  So I’m not just one of THOSE (working) moms.  I just shirk all my mothering duties…

So as we’re walking out to the car with our grocery haul, Chloe’s all, “Sometimes families are nice.”  I agree with her, then I start to say something, but she says something at the same time.  Basically hearing what she’s about to say, I ask her to repeat it.  She’s all, “No…you say your words first.”  I’m all, “No, you say your words first.”  She’s all, “No, thanks.  You can go first.  You’re the Mom.”  So I’m all, “I just said that you were right.  Now what did you say?”  She’s all, “I just said that sometimes you are mean…”  Me, “Oh, really?”  She’s like, “Yeah, because you yell at me all the time…”  I’m all, “I do?”  She’s like, “Yeah, like yesterday when you threw my gold fish in the trash.”  Ok.  In my defense, I did do that.  But she got them as a snack after soccer practice and I told her that she couldn’t have them until after dinner.  And she opened them anyway.  So I took them and threw them in the trash.  I explained that I did not in fact “yell” at her, to which she replied, “you yelled at me quietly…”  Smile.  I know where she gets that one.

So it’s silent for a bit, and finally she’s all:

Chlo:  Mommy?  I need to have a sister.

Me:  You do?

Chlo:  Yeah…

Me:  What for?

Chlo:  Well, because at the park by Rachel’s there is a teeter totter and it has two seats.  So I need a sister so that she can sit on the other side.

Me:  Well, can’t a friend do that?

Chlo:  No, it needs to be a sister.

Me:  Oh.  Huh.

Chlo:  So when are you going to borned me one?

Me:  Ummm…I don’t know.  I don’t know about that.

Chlo:  Well, someone else is going to borned the sister for you.  Like me.  I was borned in someone else.

Me:  Yes, that’s right.  You were…

Chlo:  I don’t want you to have a fat belly.  Because people might laugh at you…

Me:  Hmm.  You think?

Chloe:  Yeah.  But we’re not talking about you.  We’re talking about borned-ing my sister.  So she can grow up and get big and ride the teeter totter with me…

Huh.

Maybe we should have just stayed him this evening…

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