If you had read many posts I have written about children, you will know they say peculiar things.
The conversation with my daughter last night went something like this:
Her: “Do most boys like their daddy’s most?”
Me: “Well, I don’t think it matters if you’re a boy or a girl.”
Her: “Oh good, cause dad’s my favorite!”
Why didn’t anyone warn me of these wicked little creatures and their unpleasant comments before I spawned?
I am to my child an idiot, a maid, a cook, a chauffeur, and apparently her least favorite person in our home. Super!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Momma's lame....
Thoughts by Reba at 8:15 AM
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1 comments:
Wow. That even stung me a little. From now on just call us incubators.
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