Monster Man is supposed to be eating his carrots. It isn't that hard, we are eating chicken noodle soup and all I've required of him is to eat all his noodles and carrots. He has been stalling all night. First the soup was too hot, then it needed salt, then he had to pick every little bit of parsley and onion off his carrots before he could put them in his mouth, then Sweet Terror stole his spoon (the one he wasn't using because it wouldn't pick his carrots up just right), then one of the carrots fell on the floor, etc, etc, etc, then he finally pulled out the big one, the one excuse that can never be argued with, "I have to go to the bathroom." He "goes" and it takes him forever. I yell, "Monster Man, finish and get back here and eat your carrots!" I really wish I didn't sound so much like Miss Hannigan when I yell. Monster Man runs out and flashes me his just-try-to-stay-mad-at-me smile and I patiently ask, "Did you wash your hands?" He runs back into the bathroom. I hear enough water coming out of my faucet to fill a bathtub (Ooooo, I could really go for a warm, quiet bubble bath right now) and so I yell,
"Monster Man.... MONSTER MAN!!!!"
I am just about to charge into my bathroom to yell at said Monster Man when he comes rushing out and smiles up at me with a ridiculously large set of plastic, glow in the dark, vampire teeth in his mouth.
I tried not to laugh, honestly I did.