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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Duke has one speed when it comes to things that have to be done.  That of a snail.  Eating, making his bed, riding a bike, any of these things can be dragged on for hours.  This morning he had a few extra chores and I was exhorting him, again, to hurry as the rest of us had already eaten our breakfast.  His was stone cold and he'd have to eat alone. 

"You stay in the hall, Mommy.  Don't come to the kitchen."
"Excuse me?  I am going to come to the kitchen."
"Why don't you lie down and take a break, Mommy.  Aren't you tired?  Would you like a little rest?"
I am not kidding you, he didn't even hesitate before changing gears.  The saddest part was, it almost worked!