Do you hear me?
Friday night I had Ral laying on the bed doing something when he knocked off a box on his nightstand that contained a zillion little cards.
I was not happy and told him that when I finished, he was going to get down on the floor and pick up every single one of those cards. I ended the discussion with saying, "Do you hear me?"
I guess that's not the right thing to ask a 3 year old.
He looks right at me and says, "No, I don't hear you mom."
Believe it or not, I didn't slap his face into next week for it!
In fact, I found it almost humorous. I guess the Lord was looking out for Ral that night.
He continued to look at me and say, "I don't hear you mom...."
Once I conveyed the message that he WOULD hear my hand on his butt, he got over his foolishness.
Oh my...what do I have to look forward to when he is a teenager?

