I had my 13 year old brother, Dave, come around yesterday and stay the night. I love him dearly, but my word he can be annoying.
He was in the kitchen, about to do my dishes (one of the reasons I let him come visit) when he found my deodorant.
Yes, I keep my deodorant in the kitchen. I kinda always forget to put deodorant on until we are just about to walk out the door and if I keep it in the kitchen, I remember much more readily. Anyways.
Veronica – Hears shhhh ing sound. Smells unmistakable smell of baby powder (yes my deodorant is baby powder scented. I can’t stand stong smells)
Dave – ‘Hey Ronni, what’s this?’
Veronica – ‘It’s deodorant. Don’t spray it.’
Dave – *sprays it and walks into loungeroom, holding can* ‘Are you sure? It says baby powder’
Veronica – ‘I know it does. Don’t spray it okay?’
Dave – *walks back to kitchen* ‘Okay.’
Veronica – *listens to the shhhhhh sound* ‘Dave! I said don’t spray it anymore.’
Dave – ‘Okay Ronni, I just wanted to see what it looked like.’
Veronica – ‘It’s deodorant!’
Dave – ‘But it says baby powder on the can.’
(are you sensing a theme here?)
Veronica – ‘I know it does, okay, but it is deodorant. Now put it down please.’
Dave – ‘Okay.’
Veronica – is getting overwhelmed by the smell. *listens to the shhhh sound* ‘Dave!!! I said, DO NOT SPRAY IT!!! What did I just say?’
Dave – ‘You said don’t spray it.’
Veronica – ‘And what did you do?’
Dave – ‘I sprayed it.’
Veronica – ‘What do you say?’
Dave – ‘Sorry Ronni.’
Veronica – ‘Okay, thats okay. Just put the can down now.’
Dave – ‘Okay, will do.’
Veronica – *listens to the shhh sound* ‘DAVE!!! I SAID DON’T SPRAY IT!!!’
Dave – ‘I know you did.’
Veronica – ‘Well why did you spray it then?’
Dave – ‘I wanted to see what would come out.’
Veronica – ‘IT’S DEODORANT!!!’
Veronica – *walks into kitchen and takes can far far away from brother* *proceeds to feel faint from the smell*
If he was a small child I would call him naughty. Unfortunately naughty doesn’t really fit anymore as he stands 6ft tall now.
*sighs*
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you gave him the “what do you say” proompt, I think you can call him naughty.
Well, now you know what to get him for Christmas!
HA! As a mom to an almost 13yo I understand. It’s all about the phrasing. I have become very creative in the ways I tell her to stop doing things.
It boggles my mind to think of being an adult with a baby and having a 13-year-old brother.
There, there, Veronica. There, there. (big hug as well)
I think next time, grab the can and spray him with it, especially before he must go to school. HA!
I think it’s cute he calls you Ronnie.
But I would have shoved the can of deo up his butt.
Dawn – Yes naughty does fit him quite nicely.
Jess – Along with the bottle of lube.
Lori – I still don’t get how he can confuse DON’T DO IT with, go ahead, do it some more.
Sarah – I am not that much older than him actually. I turn 19 in a fortnight.
Lotus – See above for bottle of lube for Xmas
Oh how I was giggling when you said ‘What do you say’!!!!!
I speak to my boy like that
LOL, that was awesome. I wish I had funny things like this to blog about…
He’s going to make a typical husband someday.
Kelley – I can imagine I will talk to my kids like this one day too.
Momuv – It wasn’t funny at the time. It is just all about how you write about it
Deb – One can only hope.
Ha ha! Too funny. He’s lucky you love him, otherwise he might be eating that deoderant.
Sweetheart, I have read this post about ten times now. I crack up every time I read it. Sooo funny… Thanks for letting him stay with you.
xoxoxoxoxox
This is hilarious. I have similar conversations with my 45 year old husband. Some of them NEVER grow up.
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