Broken Record…broken record…broken record

The kids think it’s funny to sit in my chair at the dining room table and pretend to be me. They point their finger at their siblings gathered around and say, “YOU do your school work! YOU do your school work! YOU do your school work!” Nice, huh? But oh so true. I tend to say the same things day after day after day. Of course, if they would just.do.their.school.work I might be spared the necessity of sounding like a broken record.

And if they would stop asking the same questions every day, we might have some variety in our evening conversations as well. Instead, this is what we get:

Random day, random kid: Mom, what’s for dinner?

Me: Grilled chicken.

RK: Do I like grilled chicken?

Me: Of course! It’s your favorite!

Another random day, another random kid: Mom, what’s for dinner?

Me: Meatloaf.

ARK: Aww, I don’t like meatloaf!

Me: Yes, you do! It’s your favorite.

Another random day, another random kid: Mom, what’s for dinner?

Me: Ziti.

ARK: Ziti? What’s ziti?

Me: It’s your favorite!

Another random day, another random kid: Mom, what’s for dinner?

Me: Chicken livers and brussel sprouts.

ARK: Do I like chicken livers and brussel sprouts?

Me: Sure! It’s your favorite!

They haven’t noticed the trend yet.

6 thoughts on “Broken Record…broken record…broken record

  1. Funny, all my meals are the kids’ favorites, too! The older ones don’t believe me any more, though.

  2. ROFLKids eventually learn that experienced moms can “broken record” longer than they can.My answer to that dinner question “do I like (insert name of dinner entree here)” is “Sure you do! It’s fabulous!” Or if I’m speaking to Little Brother, I use his language: Fab-lee-ous.

  3. Bwahahahahahahah! That’s so brilliant.

  4. Thanks for the chuckle…. and for making me feel better about the do. your. school. work. mantra…. it’s not just me!!!🙂

  5. We used to tell one of our kids that everything was chicken, because it’s all he would eat. He never knew, until, of course, he knew.

  6. Ah, my mom used to be able to get me to eat anything by saying that if I didn’t want it she’d eat it. It stopped working at about age five or six, but I’m sure it was gold to her up ’til then.

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