Jack: MOMMY! Roary poked me in the eye.
Jack: (whining)
Me: What's wrong, Jack?
Jack: Roary broke my sunglasses.
Jack: MOMMY!
Me: What's wrong, Cub? It's time to go to sleep.
Jack: Roary hit me.
Me: Roary, tell Jack you're sorry.
Jack (as Roary): Sorry, Jack.
Me: Now hug each other and go back to sleep.
Jack: Did not.
Roary: Did too.
Jack: Did not.
Roary: Did too.
Jack: Did not.
Me: Stop it, you guys.
I don't see the need to have another kid.
4 comments:
put 'em in a crate and go out for a run. ...or am I the only one that does that?
I've been asking myself the same question. Why o why did I have 2? :-X LOL
I so hear you... we were one and done and there will be no number 2.
For me it was why-o-why did God throw in number 3 and 4 only 12 months after number 2... Darn biology or as Jurassic Park says, "nature finds a way."
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