More Help Than I Can Handle

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Me: Who re-started the washing machine?

Child: Me. I thought you hit "pause" and then forgot about it, so I got it going again.

Me: No...I was soaking diapers.

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Me: Who added pasta to the boiling water?

Child: Me. I figured we were having spaghetti for dinner and you just forgot to put it in.

Me: No...we were having tortellini. And we were waiting for Daddy to call and let me know he was nearly home. I guess now we're having spaghetti. Lukewarm spaghetti.

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Me: Who pushed the plunger down on the French Press?

Child: Me. I thought you'd walked away and forgotten to finish making coffee.

Me: No, I set a timer. Four minutes. No more, no less. It's only been 2 minutes and 40 seconds.

Here's the question: Why do my children always assume I forgot??

I wonder where she gets that?

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Dsc_0398_2_2Katie, upon hearing we are going blueberry picking:  Oh my! I think I'll wear my blue and white Easter dress. That is the right shade of blue to look just perfect in the blueberry picking pictures, don't you think?

Katie, upon hearing that there's no way I'm letting her wear her Easter dress to pick blueberries: Oh, dear, do I have an orange dress? That would complement blue.

When I suggest blue jeans and an old shirt: Great idea! A red shirt; red is good with blue. And a blue ribbon for my hair. Karoline is lucky; she's all set with those blueberry eyes. I wish I had blueberry eyes...

I Guess I Should Have Been More Specific...

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I left Katie in charge of Karoline yesterday when I stepped just outside the back door to grill dinner. Five minutes later, I came back inside to discover my baby and this table "decorated" with red Sharpie.

Me: Katie! I asked you to watch her while I grilled the hamburgers!

Katie: Oh, and I did, Mommy.  I know exactly how she did it.

Off to buy a Magic Eraser (for the table, not the baby).

It's not like it's the first time.