Stupid things I say:

A couple of weeks ago my son had an asthma attack.  He was on a nebulizer for a couple of days.  One day, we did his treatment about an hour before dinner.  I think (but am not sure) that because he was starting to get hungry the Albuterol may have affected him more than usual.  I know when I was given it, it made me jittery for a while.

Of course, I didn’t think of this until after he drove him crazy for the next forty minute hopping and bouncing all over the place.

Out of frustration, I blurted out,”Promise me you won’t EVER do drugs, ok?  I can’t even handle you on prescription meds.”

And my son stopped jumping for about 3 seconds, looked at me with his sweet, innocent 5-year-old face and said,”What’s drugs?”

Oops!  Shoot!  Dang it!

Not I conversation that I was prepared to have at that moment….

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At dinner we usually drink water.  Once in a while I might have half a glass of wine.  One night my son was being ornery and stated that he didn’t want water.

Ok, milk?  Nope.

Lemonade? Nope.

Orange Juice? Nope.

“Okay”, I finally gave up.  “What do you want?  There isn’t anything else in the fridge.”

“I don’t know, but I’m thirsty,” he answered. “Can I drink your wine?”

Uh, oh…

Needless to say, my answer was ,”Nope!”

 

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