This is the general noise in my kitchen during dinner prep time. The wording is from one child or another. I usually don’t answer any questions, because the question is usually repeated through the whole dinner prep.
(Side note, I pushed the q button and it’s sticky. That’s my life in a nutshell. Something is always sticky.)
What’s for dinner?
And?
And?
And?
That’s it?
What time is it?
Screamed from the bathroom – Can someone get me some toilet paper?
What’s for lunch?
Oh yeah, what’s for dinner?
And?
And?
And?
That’s it?
How long til it’s ready?
Mommy, why is there so much smoke?
Watch me, Mommy.
Watch me, Mommy.
Look at my Barbie dance.
What time is it?
What’s for dinner?
And?
And?
And?
Yuck.
Can I have the red plate?
Can I have red juice?
Wait, is there milk? Ok, can I still have red juice?
What color is that juice?
Is it almost ready?
Alexis said a bad word to me.
I’m bleeding.
Wait, no, I’m just hungry.
Can I eat upstairs?
Will you carry this for me?
Is it bath time?
Do I have school tomorrow?
What’s for dinner?
And scene. Take a break and we’ll pick this up in 5 minutes. That’ll give everyone but Mommy time to shove the food down. Once her butt hits the seat, we’ll start our reorders! And break!
Stephanie
Bonus Pic! While typing this whole story up, Kenzy got herself some more french toast (breakfast, it's what's for dinner) and helped herself to a heaping bagful of powdered sugar. So as punishment, I photographed it and am blogging it so we can all mock her. Which will probably include lots of ohs and ahs. And probably a few, she's so cutes. Blah. Parents with less than 4 kids are so passe.
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