Speak Slowly, Yeah, That’s the Problem.

Posted on October 19, 2009 by halalamama

Me (yelling from the bathroom, giving Adam a bath):  Honey, please get Adam’s new toothbrushes.  They are on the shelf in the pantry closet where we keep his food.

Silence. *chirp, chirp*

Me:  ISMAEL!  Please get Adam’s tootbrushes.  They are in the pantry.  On the shelf with his food.

Ismael (from his computer nest in the living room):  Huh?

Me:  GET THE TOOTHBRUSHES FROM THE PANTRY.

Ismael:  What pantry?

WTF?  What pantry??

Me: WHERE WE KEEP THE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.  THAT PANTRY.

Ismael:  What?

Me: The closet!!  The CLOSET!!  THEY ARE IN THE CLOSET WHERE WE KEEP THE FOOD.  THE PANTRY!!!!

Ismael:  I don’t see any toothbrushes. 

Me:  Good GOD!  They are on the SHELF. The shelf where we keep his food. On the right side.  In the package.

Ismael:  No toothbrushes.

Me (practically writhing in pain, KNOWING that there are brand new Snoopy toothbrushes in there):  NEVER mind!

Ismael (delivering tootbrushes):  You need to speak slowly.

Me:  *blink, blink*

….fade to black.

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About halalamama

I am a new mother to a beautiful baby boy. My husband and I walk each day, still learning about each other, and navigating the beauty of parenting in an American - African, Catholic - Muslim marriage.
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2 Responses to Speak Slowly, Yeah, That’s the Problem.

  1. Coal Miner's Granddaughter says:
    October 20, 2009 at 11:59 am

    Must. Control. Fist. of Death.

    MEN!

  2. Beth says:
    October 21, 2009 at 2:47 pm

    And I can SO hear you saying “Good God” in typical Janet fashion! Gotta love it!