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Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

The boy was arguing with the Captain. Back and forth, back and forth. Endless really. No hope for a win in the parenting department. Especially after this proclamation from our son:

(hands on his hips, eyes filled with tears) "Damn it all you little shit! I will beat your ass!"

I would like to quickly state for the record that I have never uttered that sentence (verbatim) and neither has my husband. However, he has been called a little shit (mostly under our breath, or so we thought) and he has heard us say damn it all. I think I've only said I'd beat him once, maybe twice and it would be into next week. Now that I've gone all defensive and I feel better, I can laugh at this whole thing.


I think it's time we put a stop to his movies. Time for all Wiggles, all the time. Yay. Can you sense the joyous tone of my voice?

Me either.


Les Becker said…
Oh Geez. I can't stop laughing!

Ky pulled a similar thing in front of a bunch of old ladies AT A PARADE. She was three. She saw the big shiny band coming up the street and YELLED "Holy ol' Jesus Christ, Mom, would you look at that?!"

I was mortified, and told her from then on, she was to call me "Auntie" in public.
Mandy said…
HAHAHA i think that les' comment made my laugh just as hard as the blog itself!
but as for the blog.... i thought we would have to wait til they got to at least middle school before the real fun started... but apparently i have been proven wrong... just wait til phia starts mouthin off more! oh the fun!!!

ps.... i love the eye candy this week!!
Anonymous said…
sounds like he's been watching south park!!!

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