Ok, so tonight’s dinner was going like normal. The conversation goes something like this:
Emmelyn: Starts fussing.
Morgan: “Emmelyn! We don’t need any of that mess.”
Daddy: “Morgan! We don’t need any of that mess.”
Morgan (to Daddy): “Don’t worry about what I am doing and eat your food.”
Now, at this point, Mommy is trying desperately to stifle laughter. Christy, Savannah’s nurse, is also trying to keep from breaking up over the comment. I muster all the authority I can:
(To Morgan): “You don’t ever talk to me like that.”
I am trying my best to keep from looking at Mommy or Christy so as to keep my composure. Unfortunately, Mommy let a chuckle slip, which caused me to lose all credibility. I couldn’t help it…I laughed.