Me: “Do your homework soon.”
My Oldest, age 15: “Theres no hurry.”
Me: “Do your chores right away.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I have other stuff to do first.”
Me: “OK, well, I guess we can’t go to the orchard and get…”
Unison: “CARAMEL APPLES!!!”
(child-shaped dust clouds where children used to be standing)
My Oldest, age 13: “I’m so glad you’re finally here to pick me up. It’s been like two weeks and I totally left my favorite bra and sweater at your house. Also, I mean… I love you very much. But mainly this is about the bra and sweater.”
We spend so much time working at jobs we don’t like, making less than we think we deserve, just to buy houses that are too big, that we fill with junk we don’t need, with yards we mow but don’t use, surrounded by privacy fences that keep nothing in but keep everything out.
Very Vocal Viking 