|Maybe I need to hold a job fair
||[Sep. 24th, 2007|10:13 pm]
The Boy has been a grump lately. A total grump, as he has in his own words admitted. I don't know the cause, but it's starting to wear on my nerves. Today, I heard through the grapevine that he was rude to my niece, who was buying him ice cream at the time. I had a short talk with him about it, during which he tried to justify being rude and I tried to stress the importance of being nice to people, particularly when they are being extra nice to you.
About an hour later, it was getting-ready-for-bed time, and Middle Daughter was helping him wash off the seventy bazillion marker marks he had gotten on his face. He was being very ungracious about it. My bicker tolerance being especially low at the moment, I popped into the bathroom to remind him of our earlier talk.
His face fell (be glad you weren't here to see it, annie). Are you trying to say you're not grateful for me any more? he asked in a small wavering voice.
No, I told him. I love you very much, but I'm telling you that I'm disappointed in how you're behaving.
Aw, man! he exclaimed, throwing down his toothbrush and slumping against the wall. I can't believe I'm getting fired!