A Hint You’ve Raised A Posh Kid
- By Tracy Ames
- Published May 28, 2010
Tracy Ames
Mrs. Ames is an international bestselling author of interracial erotic fiction and a former columnist for several newsletters and magazines.
A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Tracy currently split time between CT & New York City with her husband, children and a host of pets.
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Okay I admit it; BC has turned into a posh-o. It really hit me today after we’d eaten dinner this evening. Normally after a meal we’ll have a cup of PG (tea) and sit around the living room talking…even BC. Just kicking back after stuffing our gobs.
BC and I are the only two who take our tea with cream. Well, we ran out of cream last night and I forgot to pick up a carton when I went to the market earlier because I was on the phone with Lydia (yep, I threw you under the bus).
After dinner my mother-in-law made tea for everyone. BC looked at his cup with an expression that can only be described as “Oh hell no!”
I, calmly, told him that we were out of cream and he’d have to do without it. Again he flashed the “Oh hell no!” look but he took a sip and walked off. Five minutes later he came back and asked, politely, for some cream.
Me: Sweetie, we don’t have any. I have to get some from the market.
BC: When?
Me: Later.
BC walks off and come back with my keys and purse: Now, please.
I love my darling boy. He's so posh! I blame Greg for this. BTW, he'll be three years old next month. :)
BC and I are the only two who take our tea with cream. Well, we ran out of cream last night and I forgot to pick up a carton when I went to the market earlier because I was on the phone with Lydia (yep, I threw you under the bus).
After dinner my mother-in-law made tea for everyone. BC looked at his cup with an expression that can only be described as “Oh hell no!”
I, calmly, told him that we were out of cream and he’d have to do without it. Again he flashed the “Oh hell no!” look but he took a sip and walked off. Five minutes later he came back and asked, politely, for some cream.
Me: Sweetie, we don’t have any. I have to get some from the market.
BC: When?
Me: Later.
BC walks off and come back with my keys and purse: Now, please.
I love my darling boy. He's so posh! I blame Greg for this. BTW, he'll be three years old next month. :)
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10 Responses to "A Hint You’ve Raised A Posh Kid" 
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said this on 28 May 2010 6:31:59 PM CDT
You should've seen the look he gave me. Now, mind you, he passed by six other people before he got to me including his father.
You should have your book tomorrow...the other folks from your batch are receiving theirs. Yes, I color coded each batch that I mailed out. I'm anal like that. :D |
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said this on 28 May 2010 6:25:04 PM CDT
Girl.... the things we do to ourselves! If I had a dollar for everytime I got that look from one of mine over something I introduced them to! Have a fabulous weekend. I'm looking forward to getting my book and the new story. You were just wrong for that picture of Dorian.... i don't have a husband to jump. Let me see who I can call.....
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said this on 28 May 2010 6:56:44 PM CDT
LMAO! that is too funny! I'm conflicted on how I feel while demanding to have cream in his tea is in posh terrtory. A three year old wanting what they want when they want it is universal! Girl my niece used go into full diva mode if you didn't have any cherrios for breakfast. But now is at she a ripe old age of five. She will accept oatmeal or yogurs as substitues. So see there could still be hope for him. lol!
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said this on 28 May 2010 7:06:06 PM CDT
Crystal, his face was classic. It's posh, trust me. BC doesn't take subs very well. I was chatting with Lydia one night when Zora tried to sub his yogurt. He let out the highest pitch cry I've ever heard. I had to run to the store. Mind you, Greg was egging him on.
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said this on 28 May 2010 7:11:27 PM CDT
Don't blame me! You always forget stuff at the market. I didn't do it BC. I swear!
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said this on 28 May 2010 9:57:01 PM CDT
Whatever Lydia! You were chat chat chatting and I forgot the baby's cream. Now it's 11:00pm and he's just getting a proper cup of tea. Oh, shame on you!!!!
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said this on 28 May 2010 8:22:05 PM CDT
Yeah kids are a too much. Mysister bless heart hearts use the gangsta method of rasing chidren.! My sister basically told my nieice. We don't have any more cherrios. I'm not going to the store right no to buy you any. So stop crying go sut down and eat the oatmeal I just made for you. Or in 5 second I'm going to really give you some to cry about! Needless to say my niece is no fool. She took the yougurt over starving and getting a ass wupping! lol
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said this on 28 May 2010 10:02:03 PM CDT
Your sister sounds like my sister Pam. I love her
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said this on 28 May 2010 10:30:00 PM CDT
Girl my sister is a character. You should hear half of the stuff that comes out her mouth. She crazy as hell but she's a good mom. God help us all she's pregnant again. I'm looking forward to being an aunt once more but i'm scared for my future niece or nephew! lol
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said this on 29 May 2010 9:27:33 AM CDT
My children are the same and now they are teenagers. I will admit.....it is my fault. For instance, waffles.....Eggos is the only brand, don't come up in the house with Aunt Jemima or any other brand, they will sit and get freezer burn. And the syrup that goes with it must be, wait for it.....Aunt Jemima, don't bring Mrs. Buttersworth, Log Cabin or any other mess in here it will expire.
Man, who ever marries my children is in for it. The list goes on! Jam, not jelly. Did you bring Arrowhead or Crystal Geyser bottled water up in here, what the frick were you thinking? I could continue to drone on, but I think you get the picture. |