Ketchup and Emergencies
We've been attempting to work with our son--who's 5--about NOT interrupting conversations. Even conversations that are of the telephone variety. But "attempting" this feat might not be strong enough. In fact, I know it's not anywhere near the intensity we need to address the issue.
Case in point: I'm on the phone with a work colleague (an important one of the boss' boss' boss variety) and he is incessantly saying, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Moooooom!" with such increased urgency I thought there was blood. Somewhere. When in fact- it was ketchup. Ketchup that happened to have dripped out of his hot dog bun. And it was getting on his fingers.
I know. Tragedy.
I'm going to have work on this attempting--not that demanding will do any good. Hell demanding anything from my 34-year-old husband gets me nowhere. Demanding of a 5-year-old is going to yield worse results.
Case in point: I'm on the phone with a work colleague (an important one of the boss' boss' boss variety) and he is incessantly saying, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Moooooom!" with such increased urgency I thought there was blood. Somewhere. When in fact- it was ketchup. Ketchup that happened to have dripped out of his hot dog bun. And it was getting on his fingers.
I know. Tragedy.
I'm going to have work on this attempting--not that demanding will do any good. Hell demanding anything from my 34-year-old husband gets me nowhere. Demanding of a 5-year-old is going to yield worse results.
