A normal conversation between Nick and I
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Him:
Where's the Incredibles game?
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Me:
I threw it in your room
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Him:
UGH! FORGET IT!
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Me:
Nickolas, it's right by your door. There was a game in the living room and I threw it in your room because it doesn't belong out here. It should be right by your door. GO GET IT!
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Him:
NO. I dont want to have to clean it.
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Me:
You're going ot be cleaning it sometime today anyways. Go look for it. It's RIGHT by your door.
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Him:
FORGET IT!
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... one minute later ...
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Him:
Is it in the bucket?
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Me:
NO! It's RIGHT BY YOUR DOOR!
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*goes in the bedroom and starts to throw a fit*
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Him:
ITS NOT IN HERE ITS NO WHERE ITS LOST FOREVER!
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*I follow him in to the bedroom.*
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Me:
Knock it off Nickolas... it's around here somewhere. If you actually took care of your stuff you wouldn't lose stuff ALL the time.
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Him:
I CANT FIND IT! YOU THREW IT AND NOW ITS GONE FOREVER.
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*He begins to start crying hard*
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Me:
Nickolas you need to put your stuff way where it belongs.
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Him:
YOU NEED TO NOT TOUCH MY STUFF!
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Me:
First off,you do NOT talk to me that way. Secondly when it is in MY living room and your stuff doesn't belong in the living room it becomes my stuff. I paid for it. You don't take care of it. It is my stuff.
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Him:
YOU REALLY HATE ME DON'T YOU?!
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This is a normal conversation between me and him. I have a feeling his teenage years aren't going to be fun ... at all. =/
Posted on Tuesday July 6th
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