March 3, 2012
“You make Mom do EVERYTHING and it just isn’t nice.”
(To her dad, in my defense.)
(oh, and thank Jojoba someone has noticed, even Demandy Demanderson)
if i could follow this six-year-old around with a tape recorder, i would.
“You make Mom do EVERYTHING and it just isn’t nice.”
(To her dad, in my defense.)
(oh, and thank Jojoba someone has noticed, even Demandy Demanderson)
(to her BFF)
Pipes: She’s a really good singer.
Me: thank you! ( as I Madonna-skipped into the room singing Like-a-Prayer)
Pipes: Not you. Stop it.
“Mom? is it ok if I dress more like Madonna?”
“She just gets on my nerbs sometimes.”
“Mom? What’s a ‘toker’? Like a ‘midnight toker’?”
(so I told her)
“I don’t like babies staring at me. It creeps me out.”
“I’m thriving.”
(just an announcement as she walked into the room holding the scotch tape.)
Pipes: I wish I could have met Uncle Bobby.
Me: Aw, me too.
Pipes: You already met him. He was your brother.
(smart ass)
“You’re the best mom in the world, even though you are a crack in my butt.”
“It’s like there’s a loose tooth in there. Close your eyes, Mom. You’re not going to want to see this. It’s a big one.”
-said with her finger jammed up her nose.
