Getting Rid of Mom

C: But I don't want to go! I didn't get enough exercise tonight!
An hour plus at the playground and he went ice skating earlier... but that's not enough.  

C: How long is your class?
Me: An hour.  You can stay and play that whole time.
C: They should make the gym longer!
Me: I'm good with an hour.
C: Why?
Me: Because an hour is a long time to exercise.

C: Would you mind if we make our house bigger so we can fit better?
Me: No, no I wouldn’t mind.

C: Do we live in a brick house?
Me: No.
C: Why?
Me: Stop asking why.
C: Well, we could just make our house bigger. And it would go over a creek. Would that be a good idea?

C: You don't have any responsibilities to me anymore.
Me: Oh?
C: Yeah, I want another mommy. Someone can put a baby in your tummy. A girl baby.
Me: But I don't want any more babies.
C: But she can just grow and grow, and be a mommy!
Me: I'm not growing you another mommy.

C: How would you like to go live with Nana?
Me: No thanks, buddy.
C: Why?
Me: As much as you're trying to get rid of me, I like my house, thanks.
He was mad at me for not turning around to get his flashlight, which was his responsibility to remember.