Things I found myself saying at the park today:
“Brontë, if you would keep your shoes on, the ground would stop hurting you.”
And:
“Bridget, we don’t chew on old pantyhose we dug out of the sandbox.”
If kids have taught me nothing else, it’s that our fear of germs is learned. They MUST be building antibodies, with all of the gross stuff they find to chew on, or else we would’ve surely gone extinct from typhus centuries ago.
On the plus side, Bridget did figure out how to work water faucets, after her indignation about me wrestling someone’s discarded pantyhose out of her mouth subsided.
Oh, gross. Random used panty hose ? Haha yummy
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Oh yeah… Torn, wadded-up and jammed under a pile of sand for God knows how long. Good stuff
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I kinda want to know how/why the pantyhose ended up there. Then again, I kinda don’t…
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I would REALLY rather not know, lol
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The one I dreaded saying was, “No more cookies!”. When I was around 17 years old my dad said it to me and I endlessly railed him for it. Everytime we had cookies, I would make fun of him for it. Vowed never to say it. Until I had kids. Now I say it all them time and I want to punch myself everytime I say it.
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You have to. Otherwise they would NEVER STOP EATING COOKIES 🙂
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Yep. They just can’t seem to figure out that they will go into a cookie coma if they don’t stop eating them.
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