Mom, You're So Mean

Ridiculous before-school conversation with my 8-year-old son this morning that somehow made me the bad guy. You decide:


Mom, I want an X-box.


Ok, I'll get you one after school. (accompanied by major eyeroll)


Mom, I want one for Christmas.


Then put it on your list for Santa.


But Christmas is so far away and Santa never buys me stuff that expensive.


What do you mean, didn't Santa buy you the Wii?


No!


(I now remember that in fact Santa's gift was Band Hero, a Wii game.)


Mom, Can I get an X-box?


Go brush your teeth and get ready for school.


(JJ is sprawled on bedroom floor, with sulky face.)


GO BRUSH YOUR TEETH! NOW!


MOM!!! You are so mean! (accompanied by tears)


Text from husband after he drops him off at school: "JJ said the only thing wrong is that u were yelling at him for no reason."