This was a conversation I had with Gunnar, yesterday. We were in a hurry of course...like we always are.
Me: "Gunnar, hurry up, we are going to be late." (he was supposed to be getting dressed, but he was taking FOREVER)
Gunnar: (in a very mad voice) "I am hurrying!"
Me: (upon walking in his bedroom and seeing him only half dressed after about 30 minutes of me telling him to get ready)
"Are you kidding me, that you aren't even dressed yet? Hurry up!!" (in a not so friendly voice)
As I was walking out of his room and going down the hall I hear a yell coming from Gunnar's bedroom...
Gunnar: (in a mean/mad/frustrated voice) "MOM!! you can't rush perfection!!"
whippy cake love.
7 years ago