You know what I mean, right?
*stop getting into her face*
*you have to get your hair brushed because otherwise it looks like I’m not taking care of you*
*wipe you butt, wash your hands, and THEN you can go back and eat*
I added a new one tonight. A little background, my 3 year old (almost 4!) has a penchant for putting things in her bed, particularly during nap time, that don’t belong there. Little fake gem rings, bandanas, hair ties. You name it. Then if she sees us, she pushes it under her pillow. You know, like if we hear her playing and go to scold her and get her to ACTUALLY nap so she’s not a hellion all night. It got to the point where we had to threaten taking that stuff all away from her. So when I went up there tonight and saw the bandanas in her bed, I asked her if there was anything else. She looked EXTREMELY guilty. I said, “is there anything under your pillow?” She said ‘yes’ so I lifted the pillow. Fuzzies, no toys. Hmm “honey there’s nothing there”. ‘Yes there is, something sticky’.. I grope two or three times before I realize what she means…and I have to say very calmly and without laughing…
*honey, don’t put your boogers under your pillow, that’s gross. Next time put them in a tissue in the trash can*
Ain’t the MOM life grand?
At least you didn’t have to say, “Don’t eat those, put them in a tissue.” A phrase I have had to use at work more than once.
Huh… funny, my husband and I were just talking about how hard it was to wash boogers out of my son’s clothes back then. He always used his sleeve and that stuff just wouldn’t come out!
Most things I say involve Jacob’s penis. I’ve lost track of how many times I have to say that word in a day.