K, so you would think I would have learned this by now but, once again, I was reminded that 8 year olds don't always get your sarcasm.
I realllly haven't been feeling good lately and I SO did not want to go to the store. I kept putting it off and putting it off so I finally decided I just needed to go and get it over with. I got myself up and ready to go and headed to the store - no makeup, messy hair - I really didn't care. I made Parker go with me and he is usually such a good helper. He was, again, a good helper - good at helping me put way more in my cart then I was planning but still .. a helper. One hour later with 15 extra items and a Red Box DVD in hand we are in the car headed home. I see one of Caleb's "sippy cups" that had been left in the car and ask Parker to carry that in for me as he gets out of the car. Now keep in mind that Parker normally is really good about helping me carry the groceries in so I ASSUMED he would be back out to help me. I take the first load in - 3 bags in one hand, 3 in the other .. showing how much of my strength I still do NOT have back. I set them on the cupboard and see him sitting on the floor playing with his "army men" and watching a movie.
ME: "Thanks for helping me carry the groceries in, Park."
And out I go for another load. Once again, carrying more bags than I really should have tried, I go back inside. Parker is STILL watching the movie.
ME: "PARK! Thanks for helping."
PARKER: "I carried the cup in."
ME: "Gee, I hope you didn't strain anything."
PARKER: "I didn't."
At that time I just decide to finish myself ...
Gotta love that kid!!!!