Me: Buddy? Those pants are too big. You need a belt.
Twin A: No I don’t.
Me: You do. Your pants are falling down.
Twin A: They’re FINE.
Me: They’re not fine. They’re falling down. Put a belt on.
Twin A: My pants are FINE. I DO NOT need a belt!
Me (squatting down to his level): You do.
Twin A: I don’t.
Me: You are a very stubborn little boy.
Twin A (with his hands on hips): I am NOT little.
He put on the belt. Pray for me people…he’s not even five yet.
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A wordsmith in the making.... all that attention to the details, the import of what's being said! :)
I would, Llama Momma, but did your mom put the curse on you? You know, the "I hope God gives you children that are just like you" curse? If she did, then I'm afraid you are just going to have to tough it out.
:) (Just kidding)
p.s. Enjoy the arguments while they're young and still cute! What am I talking about? It's not like I'm a grandma or something!
:)
Keep up the good fight, my friend! It will pay off. (I hope!!)
Oh man! I just had a flashback to the sixties. Mom or Dad might have put it this way, "One way or another, you will get a belt." At least, that's what I would have expected if I ever disobeyed my parents... which of course, I never did.
I never lied, either.
;-)
Here is my teenager version.
Me:Hay, those pants are to big I can see your underware.
SO (eyes role)
Me: So, pull them up.
I'm not stupid!
Me: I never said you were stupid.
Leave me alone.
Me:I'm not going to leave you alone I'm your mother.
Don't touch me.
Me:Your underware is still showing.
(storms off to room closing door)
5 mins. later yelling from room- Can you make me a sandwich?
Me: OK Love ya.
Though the door - Love ya to (said really fast)
Enjoy:)
Teenagers...you mean my cute little amost-five year olds are going to turn into TEENAGERS? ;-)
well, before they are teenagers, they will be know it all 11 year olds!!!
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