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Mom leaves the kids alone for ten minutes with Scooby Doo playing. What could possibly happen?
Mom (returning): "Ok, what did you do to his hair?"
Juniorette, 5 (not even pausing to look away from Scooby Doo): "Milk shampoo."
M: "What do you mean, milk shampoo?"
J: "Here." (hands me a cup with milk) "I washed his hair for you, now you don't have to give him a BATH." said in the same tone as one might say,"I'm taking a plane to Lisbon because the water is too goddam cold to SWIM. Like, HELLO?!"
Juniorette reads now so I was thinking of hanging this over her bed. She doesn't know anything about giving people (or signs) the bird but I bet if I hung this she'd learn quickly. We have confirmed bed jumpers in our house and I just wince when I hear myself say, "You're gonna get hurt." and "Watch your brother's head." There are other signs by John W. Golden for just this sort of thing if you really want to sound like bona-fide parents.
I don't get it...why does mom put me in this saggy white thing? It's really bringing down my cred.
