While Zoe happily played with the animals last night I checked over her homework. I discovered she had a couple of errors and had missed answering a question on her sheet of math. She was called into the diningroom to do what would have amounted to five minutes of work. Up to this point she'd been laughing, playing, happy, and otherwise a joy to be around. The moment her ass hit the diningroom chair the tears started.
I'm done with the "for no reason whatsoever" tears. She claimed she'd banged her arm on the way to the table and was in dire pain. I had been there the entire time and had some injury befallen her worthy of such copious tears I would have noticed. Not to mention the fact that this is the same kid who has done major face plants and other falls and gotten up, brushed herself off, and pronounced herself just fine.
For the crocodile tears and other assorted drama we had a talk about The Boy Who Cried Wolf. She then tearfully assured me that she was not lying. I then sternly sent her to her room, where she could remain until she was finished with the crying.
I then proceeded to putter in the kitchen.
A few minutes later she is out of her room. I ask her what she's doing out of her room. She then informs me of two things:
1. She's finished crying; and
2. She's got to pack.
Pack? OK, I'll bite. I ask her what she's packing for. As serious as a heart attack she informed me that she's moving to an orphanage.
Do you know how hard it was not to laugh?
Posted by beth at October 1, 2003 01:24 PMNow that's comedy!
Posted by: Gavin at October 1, 2003 11:27 PM