Me: Mitch, I need you to reach your hand into the dryer vent, it's that hole in the wall right there, and get the lint out.
Mitchell: I'm not putting my hand in there.
Me: Mitch...It's what men do. Now go get the lint.
Mitchell bravely puts his hand in about 4 inches.
Me: You have to reach all the way in to the end.
Mitchell: *sigh*
After a few seconds...
Mitchell: Here. *hands me some lint*
Me: Great! Go see if there is more.
Mitchell: There isn't any more. I got it all.
Me: Go check one more time.
Mitchell reaches in again....
Mitchell: Here's some more. *hands me more lint*
Me: Excellent! Check again.
Mitchell: Mom...I got it all.
Me: Go check again.
Mitchell: Mom! I got it all!!
Me: Just go make sure.
Mitchell: sighing with annoyance as he reaches in.
Mitchell: Here. That's it. It's all gone. *hands me more lint*
Me: Great! Check again.
Mitchell: MOM!! I got it ALL.
Me: You said that 3 times already and you found more. Check again.
Mitchell: Mom, I am serious. I got it all.
Me: Okay...Go get Reagan. I want him to check it for me.
Mitchell muttering to himself as he walks upstairs: Why doesn't she ever believe me....
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Hmmm...I wonder why?? ;o)
Good morning, Amy~
ReplyDeleteROFLOL! Oh my......this is everyDAY at my house! My son and I have this same conversation all the time about one thing or another!
It's nice to know I'm not alone! :> )
Blessings~
Laura