Friday, September 3, 2010

Forty Five: Honey

Setting the scene: 6:44 p.m. Dinner time. Chili cheese dogs.

Davis: (whine! whine! whine!)

Mom: Why are you whining Davis?

Davis: (whine! whine! whine!) I need my hot dog cut up! (whine! whine! whine

Mom: Okay. Hold On! Let me finish getting drinks and I will come cut it up even though you haven’t needed your food cut up since you were two. (there might have been a CHILL! OUT! in there too.)

Davis:(whine! whine! whine!) I need my hot dog cut up (whine! whine! whine!)

Mom: Have you ever heard of the saying ‘you catch more flies with

Davis: Ooooohhhhhh. I want honey on my hot dog!!!

Mom: What in the world Davis?!? No! You can not have honey on your hot dog!

Davis: (whine! whine! whine!) I want honey on my hot dog. (whine! whine! whine!)

And the saga continues…


Aunt Amy said...

I bet the hot dog was super sweet with honey :)

Grandma Lyle said...

So, did Davis get honey on his hot dog?

Lisa said...

nope...I am mean like that. It is already weird enough that he eats mayonaise on his hot dog...I didn't want to start anymore crazy habits. :)