It's things this blogging mom hears coming out of her mouth multiple times a day.
Funnier than the blog itself are the comments. Like Jessica B's:
Just scratching the surface here, but:
We don't say kill you.
We don't say half-wit.
Please do not lick your meatball.
Please do not lick the door knob.
Put on some undies! You are not allowed to get the ice-cream truck naked!!
No, we cannot have skittles and orange soda for dinner.
Would you burp like that if the President was here for dinner?
Get off of your sister's face please.
Do not shoot your sister again, or you will sit on the stairs.
No, not ALL mommies have those dents on their legs. Thanks.
Can anyone tell me why there is applesauce in my shoe?
I will spank your bare hiney right here in public if you do that again!
No you can NOT try to blow up a potato with gasoline.
No, rocks don't catch on fire. Wait, WHY??!
Maybe you can jump off the bridge when you're eight.
My phrases on auto-repeat? Will have to listen to myself carefully tomorrow and get back to you. But other than pleading with Son to spend the whole night in his own bed, I don't think I have much to nag or reprimand incessantly about, thankfully.
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