Feisty Repartee

Quid Pro Quo

After months of shopping, a pair of nice buttery soft leather chairs were purchased for the living room a year or so ago. They are over-stuffed and heavenly to sit in; however, they stain easily and when they were first delivered, the children were warned not to eat, drink, or even sneeze while sitting on them. I was a bit antsy about them, much like a brand new car and fear of that first scratch.

One afternoon while I was working around the house, Wee One was watching television and playing in the living room. On one of my trips through the living room, I noticed she was drawing with a black ball point pen, something she was not allowed to have. I stopped what I was doing and began to admonish her for using the pen when I noticed there were hieroglyphs across the front of the leather cushions on both chairs, as well as the footrests. One of the chairs had additional markings down an entire side.

In rapid succession, I first had a cow, then a stroke. Only after the stroke, did I lose my temper.

Before I laid a hand on the three-year-old child, I demanded from her WHY she had written all over MY furniture. Without missing a beat, she glared back at me, snatched up the baby-doll that routinely accompanied her to day care, pointed at the initials written on the bottom of one foot and replied: "Well, YOU wrote on MY dolly!"

My life is so not my own.

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