Last night I decided to chill out and have a movie night with my kids. (My husband is in Atlanta house hunting, so I figured it would be a fun thing to do with them.) We selected, Meet Dave, with Eddie Murphy. (The movie was hilarious - you'll have to watch it if you haven't already.)
I sat down on the sofa. Two seconds later: "Mama, can you make us some popcorn?"
"Sure," I said. What's movie night without popcorn? I got up and made some.
I sat back down. "Mama, can you put some melted butter on this?"
I looked at my son. "Really? Butter is not good for you. Can't you have it without?"
"No, Mama. I need butter!"
I got up and melted butter and poured it over the popcorn.
Ten minutes later: "Mama, can you get me a napkin?"
"Can't you get it yourself?"
"No, Mama. My hands are all buttery, and you'll get mad if I get butter on the cupboards."
I sighed and got the kid a napkin.
"Mama, I need water."
"Bubba, get it yourself!"
"But I can't reach the glasses!"
I got the kid some water. "Now stop pestering me. I want to watch this movie!"
"But Mama, I need a back rub!"
"Bubba, I'm not giving you a backrub!"
"How about a foot massage?" Bubba shoved his little feet on my lap.
Grrr. Now I know why I rarely watch movies!