"Who left lint ON the dryer?" asked the youngest.
"Oh that was me." I said. "I was in a hurry to change the loads when I was on the phone with my grandma."
"Well mom, that's my chore. I change the lint out of the dryer!!" he yells.
"Calm down!" I snap back. "What's the big deal?"
Jumping up and down and clearly frustrated, he answers, "When I do the lint I remember to throw it in the trash."
Touche' little man.
That dear readers, is how a mom gets "told". Ouch
Stay clean and lint-free, my friends
A mostly true journey of a girl, her man, and their three kids; all trying to live harmoniously in cities somewhere in Utah. Names and exact locations may be changed in order to protect the grouchy.
Thanks for the chuckle. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm lint-free but with 2 dogs I'm not always fur -free! LOL!
Have a wonderful weekend my FF!
Haha, Johan is just too many things! I really think he takes after me. Was his hand on his hip? Did he roll his eyes? Did he let out a big breath and then smack his lips? I swear I've had the same conversation with Pete about dryer lint. :)
ReplyDeletejonah...sorry!
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