One day we had a pretty rough time with listening, talking back to mom and being mean to you sister. After what I like to call "Battle of the Bedtime" I tucked you in and told you to go to sleep. You stopped me and said, "Sorry mom that I was a little bit mean today. I was just pretending because I had on my angry mask."
Where do you come up with these things? I told you that I really didn't like that game and I really don't like angry masks. To which you replied, "Don't worry I will throw it away tomorrow." Works for me.
I thought that was the end of that until the next day when you got frustrated with me over something and said "Mom, don't make me get my angry mask out of the trash." I was upset he made a threat towards me, but at the same time I had to try not to laugh because he had remembered he had thrown the darn non-exisistent thing away and was still motioning to the garbage that he was going to go and take the stinking thing out. What am I going to do with this boy and his imagination?
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