"You put that WHERE?? WHY??..."
(Trust me you don't want to know the where and the why was not a valid reason either..)
"...we don't go potty on that...that's what toilets are for..."
"...babies don't eat Legos...why...because they aren't food, that's why..." "Oh you ate one before...greeaatt"
"It was a small Monopoly piece you swallowed right?? I'm sure it will pass through your system..."
"Nooo you call me mom, not Miss Lacy...I'm your mother.."
"I'm sure she doesn't ACTUALLY eat ants...the school has a cafeteria after all.."
"Let me smell it...I'll tell you if it's clean..enough.."
Things they don't tell you when you are holding that new cute, small bundle of awesome in the hospital bed.
The struggle is real.
This is actual life. Things I've really said.
And my kids have a proclivity to put things in their mouths...or take their clothes off.
That's from their fathers side.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
But they are joy. And laughter. And awesome. All rolled into a tiny human. And I've got 4.
Mom to 4 pseudo-weirdos--I'm out.