Say You’re Sorry
Over the weekend Dash probably said the word “sorry” a thousand times. On Friday, he took Sophie’s squeaky ball away [I know, it’s practically animal cruelty, please don’t call PETA], and I told him to say he was sorry. Hey, Sophie needs to hear it sometimes.
He said sorry [”sowwy”] and went about his business. I thanked him and gave him a high five. For the rest of the weekend, any time he needed anything, threw anything under his bed [he likes to make me chase shit he hides or throws away] or did something wrong, I heard sowwy.
“Uh oh, sowwy!”
“Please Mommy? Sowwy.”
“Pee pee? Sowwy.”
“Ovaltine [’Obalatine’] please? Sowwy.”
Remember when we taught him how to tells us he needed something? The following weeks were an echo chamber of “I NEED, I NEED, I NEED, I NEED!” Now I’m sitting here pulling my hair out, wondering if I can tolerate one more friggin’ apology!
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