does anybody else scream at their children at the absolute top of their lungs occasionally? or all the time? maybe i'm PMSing or something. here's what happened at lunch today:
i throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and go do something else while it's popping.
joel climbs onto a stool to watch the popcorn pop and opens the microwave door half-way through the popping process.
me: (screaming as loud as i possibly can, mind you) "what in the world are you doing?!! don't ever, ever touch the microwave!! you just ruined this bag of popcorn!!! (insert more shouted ramblings here) AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" (and i seriously just clenched my fists down at my sides and hollered "ah" as ear shatteringly as i could)
joel: he looks at me bewildered for a couple seconds and then says, "it's okay mom."
wise words indeed from a 3-year-old.
all this over a bag of popcorn that probably cost 50 cents. just tell me i'm not the devil, please.