Thomas: “Ooooo. Whatcha doing mommy?”

Me: “I’m drafting a pattern for a Turkish kaftan.”

“You put paper on the floor! Can I play with the paper?”

“No.”

“Please? Please can I play with the paper?”

“No.”

“Please? Just a little? Right here?”

“No!”

“But Mommy! Its paper!”

“No.”

“How about way down here?”

“No.” *shove*

“But down here isn’t in your way at all.”

“Get off the paper.” *shove*

“Oh no! I’m boneless cat!” *flop*

“Thomas, you are not boneless cat. Get off the paper.”

“But I’m PLAYING boneless cat. Don’t you want to play boneless cat with me?”

“I’m busy right now.”

*big sorrowful eyes* “You NEVER play boneless cat with me. Don’t you love me?”

*sigh* “Five minutes of boneless cat then you have to move.”

“Yay! And tummy scritches…”

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