Friday, December 17, 2010

my little tyrant

The other night at bedtime:

"You want a song, Auden?"
"The Matt Song."
"The Matt Song?"
"How does that go?"
"You better sing it."
"I don't know the words."
"You better try."
"Can you help me?"
"Sing it for me."
"Matt, Matt, Matt!"
"Sing it, mom."
"I don't know the words."
"You better remember."
"Can you help me remember?"
"You better pretend to remember.


1 comment:

ms. c said...

Ohh... I have these types of conversations with Sacha all the time.
Endearing and incredibly frustrating at the same time. I mean, we ARE mothers, we DO know EVERYTHING (almost).