Sometimes it seems like Sammi loves to argue about anything. This morning I was toasting frozen waffles for the kids’ breakfast…
Sammi: “Why did you put the butter and syrup on the wrong side of my waffle?”
Sammi: “You put the butter and syrup on the wrong side of my waffle. Why?”
Me: “It’s not on the wrong side.”
Sammi: “Yes it is.
Me: “How do you know that it’s the wrong side?”
Sammi: “Because it’s upside down.”
Me: “It can’t be upside down – the waffle is the same on both sides.”
Sammi: “No it’s not – it’s upside down.”
Me: “Okay, that’s just silly. Eat your breakfast.”
Sammi: “But I don’t like my waffles upside down. I like them right-side up."
I reached over to her plate and flipped the waffle over.
Me: “There! Now it’s right-side up!”
Sammi: “But Daddy! Now my butter and syrup are on the wrong side…”
Me: “Samantha Nicole, it is WAY too early to argue about this!”
Sammi: “But my waffle is…”
Me: “I do NOT want to hear another word about your waffle - PLEASE just eat your breakfast!!!”
At that time, my son Connor came shuffling into the kitchen and sat down for breakfast.
Connor: “Good morning guys.”
Sammi leaned over to her brother and whispered very loudly while looking over at me and giving me a 'look': “Connor, whatever you do, don’t say anything about the waffles being upside down to Daddy - he's a little grouchy this morning…”