Thursday, 5 February 2009

Back To Reality

This morning Peirce asked for cereal. I didn't say anything and didn't jump to it right away. He said, "Mom! Your birthday is over. We're not your slaves anymore!"
I'm going to have to get a new slave. If he thinks he was my slave yesterday I have news for him! He isn't that great a slave! :0) LOL

2 comments:

Shirley Wilson said...

Mommy needs to go on strike.

JA Crew said...

hahahhaha too funny! why can't it be out birthday EVERYDAY?