Blowing me off

I told my three-year old to go pick out some pajamas. He ignored me, too busy playing.

I repeated my command in a slightly higher voice. He looked over at me, then went back to playing.

I was about to start counting (3-2-1) when my husband said, loudly, “Don’t blow your mother off!”

My three-year old, now on the way to get his PJs, turned and started loudly blowing air from his puckered lips toward me.

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About doucementgently

I'm a thirty-something female with loads of kids, a great husband, and lots of things on my mind. I plan on blogging about homeschooling, personal finance, the economy in the U.S., politics, family life, and the things my children do.
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