Traditionally when we have sucky IEP meetings we work it out over time so we’re happy. I’m going to have to assume that this will be the case again this time or I’m going to scream. Hmmm, wait, did that already. Perhaps I’ll text *someone* a string of expletives. Oh…wait, did that already too! I guess I’ll have to do something MUCH worse. I don’t know what but I’m sure it will come to me.
ANYWAY, what I’m going to share is how my little punk of a child continues to manipulate me and leave me HAPPY about it. We just had the following exchange (Scene, my bedroom, I’m lounging on the bed losing my shiznit on Facebook over wine nazis and school administrators who…wait…not going there…sigh):
Monkey: Money, birds?
Money: Go use your computer.
Monkey: Cold, Money. Cold. (Complete with fake shivering.)
Money (skeptically): You’re cold?
Monkey: Yes! Birds?
Money (even more sceptically): And playing birds will make you warmer?
Money (grumbling) hands over the phone and then goes to brag to Duhdee how adorable her son is.