Your long razor sharp nails.
Your incessant need for juice.
Caillou.
Your sticky hands.
Your need to stand on my bare feet while I'm cooking dinner. It F#&!ing hurts!
Waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me if it's time to wake up.
The fact that you can break the Turkish vase my husband lugged around for weeks in his backpack and just turn around and ask me for some Mac-n-cheese.
Your obsession with Mac-n-cheese.
Not making it in time to the bathroom because you were too busy “styling” your hair with Vick's vapor rub.
Getting mad at ME for the fact that you have to put clothes on before leaving the house.
Gosh I remember the standing on my barefeet thing? That has to be one of the most painful things a kid can physically inflict on his/her mom!
ReplyDeletewow, really Kim? I always wondered if it was only mine that did that! man, it drives me crazy!:-)
ReplyDeleteyes, the foot thing happens all the time!!
ReplyDeletehahahahaha!!! I'm not alone.
ReplyDelete#2, they are like juice bandits!
ReplyDeleteI always say "if my feet make it until my children are adults, it will be a miracle." Cleats are the worst!!
ReplyDeletecleats!! ouch!!!!
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