P-R-I-O-R-T-Y tell me what it means to...Why?
Kids!! TELL me about the important stuff, please! Prioritize a little. You scream bloody murder if someone touches your shoulder, but don't say a word when the toilet overflows.


Them: "Mooooooooooooooom, Taylor called me a wimp!"
Me: "Well you are limping because you scratched your knee, even though no one can see the scratch."

Them: "Mooooooooooom! Jack burped in my ear"
Me: "He learned it from you"

On the flipside...

Me: "What do you MEAN Jack cut his hair off?"
Them: "Well, he wasn't crying or anything."

Me: "You didn't bother to TELL me he was using peanut butter to finger paint the carpet?"
Them: "Well it smelled good, but I didn't know what he was doing."

In the future...

Me: "What do you mean Jack killed the neighbor's cat?"
Them: "Who has a cat? We thought we got them all."

Me: "I told you, NO smoking crack in the livingroom."
Them: "But your bedroom's locked, and Taylor is shooting a porn flick in ours"


- posted by Ginxy @ 7/16/2004 05:29:00 AM