The Deuce, who’s 5, didn’t appreciate my genuine concern for his well-being recently. We were outside and the weather was quite cool. He did not have his jacket zipped up and he was still recovering from the flu. Every time I proceeded to zip the jacket up, he unzipped it! This occurred a few times until I said, “Cut it out!” To which he replied, “I want a different Momma!”
Here are my 5 stages of grief:
1. SMH no you didn’t say that.
2. WTF did you just say?
3. YOLO asking for a different Momma isn’t so bad, right?
4. OMG he hates me 🙁
5. LOL because a different Momma is exactly what you are about to get, podnuh!