Don’t Call Me Honey

The other day, the kids were playing in the living room. 
Troy was playing Mario and Morgan was begging me to paint her toe nails.
I was getting the stuff ready for the mini-pedicure (she is such a diva) and walked back into the living room to find Morgan had pulled their little fold out couch from the bedroom into the living room. 
I stood in the door way to watch.
She tugs and pulls and then finally asks Troy to help her.
Troy sighs heavily and pauses his game.
He goes over and between the two of them, they get the couch lined up—I’m assuming for optimum nail painting, but who knows.
She plops down on the couch and Troy picks up his controller again.
A few seconds go by and she says, “Thanks honey.”
Troy pauses the game and turns to look at her.
He says, “I’m not your honey.”
I had to walk away I was laughing so hard.  I think I even snorted.
So, fast forward a few days and we are eating dinner at McDonalds.  We were out picking up something and daddy surprised us—we all thought we were going home for spaghetti. 
We are sitting in a round booth and when daddy brought over our food.
I am passing out food and I said to Troy, “Here honey, here’s your nuggets.”
He looks at me and with all seriousness, says “Don’t call me honey, I’m Bo.” 
He proceeds to eat his chicken nuggets.
Alrighty then.
Too bad when I shot the pop out of my nose, it landed on my shirt.
I really need to stop laughing so hard.
But, they are so darn funny.

3 thoughts on “Don’t Call Me Honey

  1. Hi Julia,
    This is so funny! It certainly brightened my afternoon over here in Jamaica. I note that your children are twins. Wonderful!:) I am a new Follower of your Blog. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.
    Judy

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