Monday, March 26, 2012

Processing Trouble

"Mom, can I have a zip?" 

"Sure, are you having trouble with your pants?"  Bending down.

"NO!  I want a ZIP!"  Shooing my hand away.

"Where?"   Looking him over.

"There!"  Pointing to table.

???  Scrunchy confused face.

"There!  I want a zip!  A zip, a zip, a ZIP!"

He walked over, grabbed my Coke Zero, and opened it.  As I began to say no, it hit me over the head.  He wants a "sip" of my pop!

Duh.  Mom has processing issues.