Weasel Of Doom

Sergey likes to talk.

[refusing to eat dinner] “I am allergic to meat” Really, kid? Chicken nuggets are meat… Well, quite likely meat… Well, definitely a meat product… Nice use of the word allergic, though. Didn’t know you had it in you ;-)

[as I am leaving for dinner and shopping with Shannon] “Mama, are you going to sleep with Shannon?” Ummm. Wasn’t planning on it. Pretty sure Shannon’s not that into me :-)

[playing on the swing as my parents watch on Skype, after asking them to count] “I don’t hear any counting!” It was the tone of voice on that one. The aggrieved “I am busting my butt entertaining you, and you can’t even count???” tone. Little brat.

[watching the Visa commercials during the Olympics] “It’s Shaun White!” The only athlete he identifies by name, because we forced him to watch the half-pipe competition. At first, EVERY snowboarder was Shaun White, including the ladies. In Sergey’s defense, the outfits were rather concealing, and Shaun White DOES have nice curly long hair.

[watching qubo] “It’s Obama! And Cash-for-Gold!” The cartoons on qubo all have the “be nice” message, but the ads they run are just sleazy.

I remembered so much more before I started this post, but now I am drawing a complete blank… Le sigh…