Leslie is wondering what we're going to get for Google Salad on this post...and I'm wondering it myself. Especially "saucy".
Also, we're going to make t-shirts. They will be hilarious, and you will want to wear them. That is all.
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I am raising jerks.
Sorry, let me rephrase that. I am raising saucy boys.
Don’t get me wrong, they are very polite and (for the most part) they obey and listen to what they’re told — they are children, after all.
They have manners, and they generally aren’t (I hesitate to say ‘never’) ill-behaved. If they leave this house with adults who aren’t their parents, I never worry that they will run wild and disrespect their temporary guardians — they’re very good boys.
But they’re saucy. They don’t backtalk, not intentionally, anyway, but occasionally snarky things slip out.
Let’s be truthful, now — we all know they come by it honestly. They were born with the sarcasm gene and I’ve (inadvertently) done my best to see it fostered properly.
Anybody who has friended me on Facebook has borne witness to the crazy things my kids are wont to say. I like to share — the quotes make for great status updates!
I also have a file titled ‘blackmail’ on my laptop, because Momma likes to keep tabs. Ha HA!
So today I’m sharing some of the silly and saucy things they’ve said.
Recently I cracked out the camera in an effort to
Boys [to me, while sniffing our potted mum]: Is this YOUR mum?
Four-and-a-half-year-old [doubtful]: Yeah, but, it doesn’t look like you at all...
Me [to almost-six-year-old, hanging upside down at playground]: Look at you, you monkey!
Almost-six-year-old: I’m not a monkey!
Me: Then what are you, then?
Almost-six-year-old: I’m a poodle!
Four-and-a-half-year-old [holding a maple leaf aloft]: I found one!
Me: Just one?
Four-and-a-half-year-old: Well, I know where the rest of them are.
And hands down, the best quote of the day? —
Almost-six-year-old [shouting at another playground kid]: I don’t HAVE to do what you say! If I do that I’ll break my BRAIN!
Note: I have no idea what prompted this outburst, but it. was. awesome.
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I live in a small town with my favourite people: my husband, Mr Lannis, and our two boys, along with two cats and one hamster.
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