I am SO going to need extra therapy sessions when my kids are teenagers. Today, my seven-yr-old walks into the kitchen, hands on hips. My four-yr-old is right on her heels--clearly the backup, in case things get ugly.
The older one speaks for both. Her tone is a mixture of hostility and accusation. "Mommy, stop making things up. What is the
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No, seriously, I said, "Um. It's a penis."
The older one narrowed her eyes at me, not sure if I was telling the truth. The little one muttered "penispenispenis" all the way back to their bedroom.
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Dude, where's Janet, man?
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