Hey there, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!
It’s TUESDAY today and if you read this post, you know that it’s also two-for-one chicken wings at Cunningham’s in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue.
And since I like to plan meals ahead mostly never, even I was surprised at my thoughtfulness yesterday. Except that my son’s definition of “thoughtfulness” is much closer to the word “annoying”.
This text between my son and I kinda proves it.
Me: Two for one chicken wings at Cunningham’s tomorrow?
Son: Not really.
Me: Awwww. Why?
Son: I don’t feel like chicken wings.
Me: Well you can have something else then.
Me: Why not?
Son: I don’t want to go out tomorrow. Not in the mood.
Me: Well you’ll probably get “in the mood” tomorrow. When you’re hungry. It beats whatever I’ll make.
Son: MOM. I’m in class! I’m not in the mood and I can’t be explaining myself to you now!
Me: K. And oops.
Son: STOP TEXTING ME.