Im in the kitchen trying to make dinner. Pizza. Nothing fancy today...mom is tired and our dinner options were limited considering I started at 5:30. Crap. Trying to take the pizza out of the oven, Alexander and Aaron have smushed themselves around my legs, shoving their step stool in front of the stove. (Really guys?) in an attempt to clear the kitchen, Alexander swoops behind me, throwing me off balance. I then end up stepping on Aaron's foot because I'm trying my damnedest not to fall on and smush my children. "Crap! Sorry! Sorry! Mommy's sorry buddy!" "Okay mommy! Me okay!"
Phew. Pizzas out. Cooled for a few. Trying to cut up said pizza. Alexander brings the step stool. "Can I use that?"
"No"
"why not?"
"Because it's only for adults to use. Not for children."
"I'm not a child"
"So you're an adult now?"
"No."
On the bright side...he brought me his plate and cup when he finished eating
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