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June 20, 2007 / allyo


“I don’t listen Mommy!”

No, when you jump out of the car and sprint three houses away before I can catch up with you, that’s definitely not listening.

“I don’t cop-perate Mommy!”

Dawdling on the toilet for a half hour to delay bedtime, nuh-uh, not cooperating.

“I have am-mal pjs Mommy!”

Sigh. Thank god you’re cute.

It almost makes up for the “Hey! Mom! I talk now! You DON’T talk!” I heard all. the. damn. way. home.



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  1. Emmie (Better Make It A Double) / Jun 20 2007 5:02 pm

    Oh, man, I know. It’s not the defiance that kills me, its the cheerful defiance. It’s maddening. But you’re right, those are very cute PJ’s.

  2. Vienna / Jun 26 2007 12:12 am

    Those are super cute PJs. Jack often tells me “SHHHH! No talking, Mommy” and then proceeds to jabber away. He just means that I can’t talk, not him. Or sing in the car. Or dance in the car. He really, really hates that. So I do it as often as possible. šŸ™‚

  3. karriew / Jun 29 2007 9:51 pm


    What really kills me is when I hear “You put on your seatbelt RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW, MOMMY!” And the constant attempts to negotiate everything I say. Urgh.

  4. alimum / Jul 1 2007 3:46 am

    nice jammies!

    “It’s my turn to drive”

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