Today I asked Aiden to help me hang the laundry. Let’s ignore the fact that it was after 3pm when I remembered I had put a load of washing on at 8am.
If I wasn’t so peeved I’d have taken a photo. After much grumbling and complaining, he just dumped it on the fold out washing line. A crumpled pile of wet clothes.
I called him back to redo it and actually hang the clothes this time. All I got was …
“I don’t want to. Why must I? I’m tired. This is so unfair. You do it.”
It’s now 5.30pm. Aiden asks me what I’m doing for dinner? He’s hungry. All he got was…
“I don’t want to. Why must I? I’m tired. This is so unfair. You do it.”
Right back atcha kiddo. 😉
I think he made himself 2 bowls of 2 min noodles.
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