It never fails. When I’m in the middle of doing something that can’t be done with another task the kids need something.
Monday morning, I was watching Paige at the bus stop. Which is a fancy way of saying the end of my driveway. I obviously don’t want my seven year old standing out there unattended, and usually watch from the door, since I’m not together enough to actually be dressed by 8:00 am.
A few minutes before the bus arrived, Allie had a demanded, “Mama! I want a bagel!”
“Well, you’re going to have to wait a few minutes. We have to wait until sister gets on the bus.”
This explanation was good for about thirty-five seconds. “Mom, I want a bagel, please!”
“You’re going to have to wait!” I sang back to her in the same sing-song manner she had requested.
“Mom. Bagel.” She was all done being polite and now barking orders at me.
“Allie, how many hands do I have?” I yelled, as the bus finally showed up, and I watched Paige cross the street and board.
“Right! I can only do one things at a time! Be patient!” As I stormed off to make her higness her bagel, I almost tripped over a little toy vacuum that someone had left in the middle of the living room. “And put that toy away, please!”
She smirked. “I only have two hands….”
A politician in the making.