So, I'm helping my son with his homework. it's been a long day and I try to escape to use the restroom. I just click the lock when his homework comes sliding under the door.
"Mom, is this right?"
"Hang on buddy, I'll look in just a second."
Now he's on his stomach, yelling at me through the crack...."but, is it right?!"
"Can I have a minute to go to the bathroom and then I'll look at it?"
"But I just want to know if it's right? I can't read!"
"I know you can't read....but I am not a vending machine....you can't just shove things in the slot and expect to get something in return!"
I push the homework back out from my side of the door and turn around only to find a small set of 4 year old fingers poking under the door...."Mom, how many fingers do I have?"
My response, "you have all of them now....unless you want to lose one of them, I'd back away from the door...."
As the fingers retreated I just kept thinking....I am not a vending machine......
Oh my! So glad to be past that point - but it will be precious to you someday!
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