This is a recreation of an exchange between my son and me over the weekend...
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It's like you've been spying on me!
Jack: Didn't we just cut the lawn last week?
Me: Yes. But it grew.
Jack: But it doesn't look bad. And I just did it last week...
Me: You mentioned that. But it needs to be done at least once a week.
Jack: Why?
Me: Tell you what. I fed you yesterday, right? By your logic, I shouldn't have to feed you ever again because I fed you once, right?
Jack: That's different.
Me: You're right. God feeds the grass, and I feed you. The grass will continue to grow without my intervention, but I'm not feeding you until the lawn gets mowed...
Jack: (under his breath) &*^%$^
Me: It's that kind of fertilizer that makes the grass grow so fast...
Posted by: scott carbonara | July 07, 2010 at 08:28 AM
Laughed out loud, Tom!
Me: Abigail, please clean your room.
Abigai: OK, Mom
Me: Abigail, you need to come up here and clean your room.
Abigail: OK, Mom, on my way up.
four more times and four hours later...
Me: Abigail!!!!
Abigail: Why do I have to clean my room if Stella is coming tomorrow?
Posted by: Amy Renzulli | July 08, 2010 at 02:26 PM
Love the accents - sounds just like you and Jack!!!!!!!
It looks as though you may be saving$40 and cutting your own lawn.
I give you an A for effort in explaining the whole job deal to Jack.
You should have Jack do his side of the conversation - could be an interesting perspective. :)
Posted by: Grammy | July 08, 2010 at 09:40 PM