Dinner Time Conversation

Rob got out cottage cheese for dinner (along with other things).  We were winging it, again, because I was too lazy to actually prepare something.  There are days like that.

I said, "You know what I want with my cottage cheese?  Pears.  Miciah will you go get some pears from the basement, please?"

The "please" barely disguised the fact that my underlying request was made out of laziness.  Why couldn't I go to the basement myself?  No reason.

Miciah didn't miss this fact.  She looked at me like I was retarded and said, "No."
"Please?"
"No."

I tried the next kid.  "Elijah, will YOU go and get some pears from the basement please?"  How long would a trip to the basement pantry take?  30 seconds?  This was sheer parental laziness.

Elijah followed Miciah's lead.  "No."

I tried to find another solution to my problem, but Rob was already a little annoyed that I hadn't made dinner in the first place, and I was being completely non-helpful, reading a book while he got food out of the fridge.  Clearly I couldn't ask him.  So I gave up.  "Bummer."

Teancom said, "Ask me, Mom."  A ray of hope!

"Teancom, will you go get some pears from the basement?"
"No."

Rob and I laughed.

I was about to go and get the pears for myself, like I should have done in the first place.  I took a few more moments gathering the desire to get out of my chair, and I must have looked pretty pathetic because Miciah finally said, "Fine.  I'll go get them."

And they were delicious.