I’ve jotted down a few of the phrases heard at our house over the last week or so. Maybe some of these gems have been heard at your house too.
Perennial Classics
I only have two hands. If I had more than that, octomom would take on a whole new meaning.
There’s only one mommy. In most cases.
Just be nice to your brother. That’s all, just be nice.
Just a minute. Or two… or three.
What did I just say? This might actually be because I can’t remember it now.
Stopitstopitstopitstopit! and NononononononoNO! Bill Cosby called this sounding like a tobacco auctioneer. It’s apparently the only language children understand.
I have to go potty! Then just go!
Random Exclamations
Why is there a potholder by the front door? Well, where do you keep your potholders?
My jacket is hurting me! Then stop standing on top of the buttons and pick up the jacket off the floor!
No touchy. The influence of “Emperor’s New Groove” is felt in my house.
Shush it and Shushy. These are my futile attempts at trying not to tell my children to shut up.
There are raindrops on my thumb. Kevin’s perfect description of having his thumb fall asleep.
Dealing with the children
You’re a twin! Sometimes they just need to be reminded.
Daddy is just as good as mommy. This could be debated back and forth for days, but when it comes to who is capable of putting the 4-year-old to bed, I’ll concede.
The babies are in trouble, the babies are okay. According to Kevin, the babies have two states of being, in trouble or okay. If I want any more information than that, I have to investigate myself.
How did you get up there? Sometimes followed by the question “How did you get down there?”
What did you do? Do I really want to know?
2 comments:
So funny! I love it. Those are used constantly at my house, too.
I bet some days just feel like a broken record.I know those days are headed my way in the near future...
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