Tuesday, July 27, 2010

What I *Meant* to Say Was...

This morning while I was in the shower, Daimean made breakfast for Isaiah. He made french toast sticks and sausage. When I came in, still half asleep, Isaiah was extreme-pouting at his plate. He didn't approve of the way Daimean made his breakfast, and there was some debate about whether the french toast sticks were done. Poor Daimean jumped in and said, "So I put them back in the microwave, and then I even sprinkled cinnamon on it like you do, but I didn't know how much...."
So I told Isaiah to be thankful that his brother is so nice and did this for him. Then I thanked Daimean for being so nice, thoughtful and helpful, and told him, "Some day, you're going to make a great parent." Then I looked at Isaiah and almost said, "and some day, you're going to make a great kid."

ALMOST! Thankfully my censor kicked in and stopped me before it came out, because really, how horrid would that have sounded? It sure made me laugh though.

1 comment:

Veronica Garcia said...

OMG! LOL!!!!!!!!!! But I can relate!