Me? Annoying? What?

Here's the scene: Me and Logan are in the kitchen and I'm making dinner as a dutiful mom should, right? I'm singing "down by the banks" broadway style of course!

Then Logan says, "you're annoying". I'm thinking, did a 9 YEAR OLD BOY really just tell me that I'M ANNOYING? I'm pretty sure the definition looks something like this:

an.noy.ing [uh-noi-ing] - adjective: causing annoyance; 9 YEAR OLD BOY; irritatingly bothersome.

So I say, "you're annoying".

And Logan says, "you sing all the time...that's annoying"

I say, "rude".

Then a few minutes go by (I keep singing), and he asks if he can have a noodle.

Me, being the grudge holder that I am, say "no way, you just told me I'm annoying".

Being the desperate child who wants something, he says, "It's not annoying when you sing it once, but you sing it like 10 times".

Another few minutes pass, and he starts inadvertently singing the theme song to "Scooby Doo".

I'm pleased as punch because I get to come back with, "you're annoying".

And he says, "I made up my own words".

And I say, "that's annoying" ;)

My baby's not my baby anymore...

The funny thing is I feel a little closer to him now...kinda like I did with my siblings. This may be a little disfunctional, right? What can I say...the only grown up in this house has been gone for three days....Frank will be home tonight :)

By the way, It's the highlight of my morning to torture the whole family with this awesome morning song. I love to turn it up real loud when I make breakfast....YOU'LL LOVE IT!