Nubbin locked me out of the house yesterday. The little stinker didn't want to come inside. Nevermind the fact that it was in the 20's and he wouldn't keep his hat or mittens on, and Fafa was breathing like he was having an asthma attack.
No, my first born didn't care. I drag him kicking and screaming into the house, plop him in the mud room, close the door behind me so that he doesn't follow me while I get the second born and I hear... 'click'
I don't have a key outside and I realize I may have to call Husband at work. So, for the next 5 minutes or so, I'm yelling at him to open the door and all he's saying is, 'NO, I WANT TO PLAY OUTSIDE!'... ultimately, the trick to getting him to unlock the door was a hot headed sentence from me containing the words, 'Daddy', 'pissed' and 'trouble'.
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You did not say "pissed" to your son! Did you? Mummy
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