Totally absolutely bat-shit bonkers.
That would be Declan and myself doing the pushing. Straight over the edge.
Because we are too much alike. We’re stubborn and we like to be right.
[Seriously, what is so wrong with that???]
Except that Bryan is getting an ulcer the size of Texas.
Here is how things go lately:
Declan: “I would like to declare something that is somewhat true, but not entirely true, but I will say it in a snippy way that annoys my mother just enough to correct me!”
Aimee: “I cannot be the adult in this scenario and just let it lie, so I will jump in and correct my son, trying to be funny, but only really causing him to get his 6.5 year old dander up.”
Declan: “I can’t let me mother actually correct me! I am almost 7! That’s nearly a grown-up! So I will say something even more outrageous back just to annoy her more!”
Aimee: “Now my son is really driving me nuts with his erroneous facts and crappy attitude! I think I will bring us down into a spiral of bad attitude till we both are either in tears or yelling at each other!”
Now my question to you is this.
HOW IS HE GOING TO SURVIVE TWO WEEKS IN IRELAND WITH US?