I Have Arrived
The scene: Our dinner table. Dinner was chicken, diced into fettuccine alfredo, and green beans. Ane has eaten all of the noodles.
Ane: (staring at her plate) “Mom, how much of this chicken do I have to eat?”
Me: “All of it. Your brother ate all of his dinner, and you had equal portions.”
Ane: (getting huffy) “But Mo-om, I don’t like chicken!”
Me: “You ate teriyaki chicken without complaining last night.”
Ane: “That was different.”
Me: “No, it wasn’t. Eat. There are plenty of hungry kids who would love to have your food.”
Ane: (slumps back in her chair) “You are M-E-A-N.”
(Yes, she spelled it out.)
Me: (smiling) “Good, I’m glad you think I’m mean. Now, could you please tell Grandma that when you see her? She’ll be so proud of me.”
(It wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. I think she meant to hurt my feelings. Too bad – I’m so mean, I don’t care. And she ended up eating the rest of her dinner.)
November 10th, 2011 21:45
Mean, rotten and nasty!