The Degradation of Conversation
A few statements that have come out of my mouth today.
Get out of her butt. --Said to the chihuahua Mateo who had his nose all up in Josie's (the mutt) business.
No, we don't eat dog food. --Said to Nola who has developed a fascination with the dog bowls. Hence, the next statement--
No, don't put your hand in there. It's yucky. --Said to Nola when she stuck her hand in the dog's water bowl.
Shoes don't go in the toilet. They go on your feet. --Said to Nola when she threw her shoe (fortunately an old shoe that no longer fits) into the toilet BEFORE I flushed it.
So, that is a snippet of my glamorous life.
4 comments:
Yeah, I've been shocked on many, many occasions by not only the strange things that come out of my mouth, but the sorts of topics that we discuss on a regular basis - poop in particular being a subject that was talked about to the point that Carl and I eventually banned it(for the sake of our own sanity)from being discussed during our "adult time" together.
I knew I was really a "mom" when I had to tell my son to get the hot dog off his head.
So glad I have that College degree, it's helping me greatly in life.
I feel your pain.
I have said all of these things. Some of them today. Dogs, Kids and toilets just don't always mix. Ban poop? NO! Then he would have no idea the crap (heehee) I go through!
LOL all. This is why I love blogging.
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