Bloom where you’re planted

Just call me Shrek

Well, what else am I but an ogre when I say to my kids,

“I am going to punish the next child who asks me for food!”

(For the record, this was in response to their piteous repeated cries of PLEASE-feed-me-mother-I’m-shriveling-into-an-emaciated-pile-of-dust
-for-lack-of-nourishment-and-will-soon-be-featured-on-a-3am-charity-commercial
-for-starving-children! while I’m preparing their lunch and reassuring them that food is forthcoming.)

One Response to “Just call me Shrek”

  1. Ha, yes! I LOVE the repeated requests for food, especially ten times in a row. “Wan cookie?” “No, baby, we’re not going to eat cookies right now.” “Wan cookie?” “No, baby, not right now.” “Wan cookie?” “No, sweetheart.” “Wan cookie?” “I already told you, no cookies!!”

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