March 5, 2009

Do I look like your little slave?

Mama was busy upstairs and asked me to go downstairs and get a towel...so I came downstairs:

Mama: Dallin bring me the towel.
me: can't reach
Mama: get a chair
me: oh....(sound of chair moving)...da nah!
Mama: bring the towel up to me
me:  mama help...can't reach
Mama: what?
me: .....
Mama: what are you doing?
me: ....
Mama: Dallin...
me: dallin...
Mama: what are you doing?
me: doing!...(whining)...mama help
Mama: Dallin...I'm coming...don't move..

Well duh...I can't!

Well, I guess when mama tells me to use a chair...she doesn't mean buckle myself into the chair! Of course, as long as I am sitting here...I guess I can take my shoes off and get comfortable!

1 comment:

Keep'n up with the Cameron said...

He is so good!!!! Way to confuse your son with your demands!!! Hey Dallin next time tell your mom to fetch her own towel! Love you!!! Got the cards...way cute! Check out my blog I gave you props!