This morning started off the same way it ended yesterday.
"Pleaseeee Mommy. You said when I can ride my bike with just two wheels I couuldddddd"
"You did tell him that"
"Whose side are you on anyway??"
As you can see, both my five year old son and my husband ganged up on me.
Absolutely NOT, I said. Over my dead body. I swear to God I will swallow this key if you don't stop asking!
But apparently, even though I gave birth to him, becuase I do not have a pair of balls, hairy or other wise, I get no say in whether he kills himself.
Fine. I thought. But I'm not doing band-aids this time. He can do them. And I went and hid in my sewing room.
Five minutes later I heard screaming.
They wanted the camera.