Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit and some would argue the highest form of intelligence. I for one enjoy sarcasm for its own sake.
Older boy had decided to bake. He likes to bake at the most inconvenient times such as when I have finished cleaning the house and when I have no baking ingredients. Nothing will deter him which I suppose you could say is a good thing. He only baked yesterday but wanted to bake again today. It was pointless arguing with him and I chose to take it as a positive, at least he wouldn’t be on the Xbox or Youtube for a while and practice makes perfect right.
A cake was produced which was indeed very edible, I should know as I ate the lion’s share of it. Unfortunately for older boy, cleaning up the inevitable mess that comes with baking doesn’t come into it. When I discovered the mess, I decided that it was time to show him how to clean up and I decided to do this in a sarcastic manner. Older boy claimed that he didn’t know how to wash a bowl so the conversation went something like this:
“Shall we give the bowl a washy wash all by myself?” Lets put some squiry wirty on it and make lots of bubblees” etc. The good thing was that we both laughed while I manhandled older boy into cleaning up the kitchen, whilst giving explicit instructions in this tone. Order was restored and peace was just about maintained.
The bottom line is that both boys need to get better at household jobs for their own future sanity as well as mine. Like many Mums I have all too often done things myself cause it is quicker, but I have promised myself that I will start giving both boys proper “lessons” on how to cook, wash, dust, hoover etc. Please feel free to check in with me to see if I have stuck to my plan.