Eventually Dr Phil will call for me to be on his show
All Christmas Eve day I repeatedly told The Bandit to go pick up his room. I was repeatedly ignored.
“Go clean up your room.”
Finally I told him, “If I was Santa, I wouldn’t bring you anymore toys because obviously you don’t have enough room for the old toys.”
I swear to God the little creep looked at me and said, “Well if YOU were Santa, I’d be good every day.”
What do you say to that? I stood there like a guppy, my mouth opening and closing, opening and closing. I so desperately wanted to form the words. Of course, if I did, the parenting police would show up at my door and my Mommy card would me summarily revoked.
I finally had to walk away or risk irreparable damage.