A little while after a traumatic loose tooth incident this morning...
Me: "Eamon, please help me put away at the groceries."
Eamon: "But my stomach hurts."
Me: "Your stomach always hurts when it's time to help around the house."
Eamon: "But this time it really does. I think it's b/c I can't drink anything until my tooth comes out."
Me: "That silly rule you made up will not keep you from having to help around the house."
Eamon: *sigh* "Ok. Well, then can I have something to drink?"
And I should also mention that he decided that one of several of his tooth-pulling attempts should occur while we were in line at the grocery store and I was trying to pay and get the grocery bags in the cart!
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