....until I became a mom (and a dog owner)
~ Don't do grandma's choreography on the kitchen table! This is not Summer Stock.
~ I will clean your poop out of the attic after we finish making these hamburger buns.
~ Don't run through the house holding that metal rod up to your eye!
~ Please stop batting at that angry hornet with the grill scraper.
~Belle! I am not a sheep! Stop trying to herd me!
~ It's not proper to sit on your sister like that.
~ I don't think it is a good idea to pole-vault with that old broom stick.
~ I will play Kung Fu with you after we clear the table.
~Let's just let Belle fight off that confused and possibly rabid muskrat in peace.
~Let's not pretend to give each other "shots" with that bow and arrow.
~Please throw your toenails in the garbage after you are done admiring them.
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"Give me your cow"
and, at 2am to my husband: "There's something on top of me. Oh, it's a child. Could you please go put it away?"
I love this!
And I am so glad you blogged about it because in a few years you will have another bunch of 'things you thought you would never say.'
HAHAHA! I don't even want to know about the poop in the attic!
I love it. I need to jot some of the things down that come out of my mouth!
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