Monday, October 18, 2010
Parenting lowpoint #278
This afternoon, during what was soon to be an aborted attempt at quiet time, I was summoned upstairs to find two small girls weeping hysterically and rolling around the corner of Molly's room in paroxysms of grief and anger, taking wild swings at one another. The source of the conflict, you ask? A shared desire to hold a small piece of paper on which Frankie had written one word: POOP.
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oh, brother. That child is way too scatologically (?)oriented right now. Poop looms larger the more tired she is.
that is funny stuff.
poop = one of sydney's favorite words...must be a funky vander sluis genetic trait.
At least the note didn't say: CRAP
Perhaps the Lord is planting seeds to call the Kendziera girls into a field like gastrointerology??? You know, following in the medical footsteps of their parents. If such is the case, I say praise God!
their idiocy grows daily. that is hilarious.
I've reread this several times because it keeps making me laugh. I can totally understand your girls. There are few words better than "poop."
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