Not my Finest Moment

I am a terrible mother! Trinity and I just had the following conversation:

Trin: "Mom, Elijah has a chainsaw."
Me (absorbed by computer): "Uh huh..."
Trin: "No really, he has a chainsaw."
Me: "Okay, honey."

So then my poor neglected daughter walks out with WHAT in her hand, you ask? A chainsaw! Yes, a real life one, like in Chainsaw Massacre. Elijah then rips the chainsaw back out of her hands and states adamantly "Mommy said I could have it!"

I...uh...come again?

Me: "What are you talking about Elijah?"
Elijah (giggling hysterically): "I asked you a couple of
minutes ago if I could get a chainsaw to cut down Trinity's door because she wouldn't play with me, and you said 'yes.'"

Crap, why does this sound so familiar?

Like I said above, I'm a terrible mom. And as if I wasn't already displaying my beautiful mothering capabilities before, now I'm blogging about it. Hey, I didn't say I was proud.