Some nights, getting the girls in the tub is a monumental task. You have to compromise. You have to negotiate. You have to promise things. And you have to be willing to get wet.
Girls, it's time to get in the tub.
Not now, Mom.
But if you don't get in the tub, your skin will get so dirty it will fall off and everyone will be able to see your gooey guts.
We don't care. Guts are cool, Mom. How come we can't see Dad's guts? He's pretty dirty.
If you get in the tub, I'll give you a cookie.
We ate them all when you were making dinner.
If you get in the tub, I'll let you watch Spongebob.
Mom, Spongebob is a poor representation of aquatic life, and not at all an accurate representation of how to maintain a healthy relationship with your friends and culinary work colleagues.
You guys are full of crap. Get in the tub.
Can we have a hamster?
No hamsters.
Can we have a pony?
No room for a pony.
Can we go to Disneyland?
No.
Can we watch Spongebob?
Sure.
If nothing else, I knows my boudaries, Peeps.
Love,
ManicMommy
1 comment:
ha! please tell me that's just KJ literary genious! ...and not really how it went down! Otherwise you have your hands full in the teenage years!!
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