Bah dum dum....tsch!

Last night's conversation pertaining to Didgeridoo Boy's things that don't want to leave the area they must leave so it can become our bedroom:

Me: "So...the stuff. It's been four weeks."

Didge: "A'ite."

Me: "Sweetie. Four weeks. Your stuff needs to go up to the storage room."

Didge: "It's your stuff."

Me: "What?"

Didge: "It's yours. You put it there."

Me: "Excuse me?"

Didge: "It's not mine. You put it there."

Me: (blinking)

Didge: "What?"

Me: "Four weeks."

Didge: "Well...I forget stuff. You know that. You have to remind me. You should have told me to do it."

Me: "I have. For four weeks."

Didge: "I..."

Me: "Four weeks. I honestly cannot pick this stuff up."

Didge: "Well...I forgot."

Me: "Like hell."

Didge: "I...."

Me: "Sunday. We will do this on Sunday."

Didge: "A'ite."

It's a good thing he's cute. Very, very cute. So cute. So damned cute. It really is good that he is cute.