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My daughter only talks to inflatable objects.
My son routinely breaks House Rule #12, sans underwear.
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You have to put underwear on for me to be willing to continue this conversation.
I see you writing on the wall. Put the pencil down. No, you’ve never been allowed to write on my walls.
Let’s play the Stop Yelling Listen To Mom The First Time And Eat Your Breakfast game. I like that game.
Do you really want to frustrate me this early in the morning? Does that EVER end well?
Please don’t write notes at other people’s homes that make them think I’m mean.
Are you talking to me or the balloon again?
You have to stop putting your food between your toes before eating it. It’s weird. And really gross.
What do you mean, “Oopsies!”?
Who on Earth are you talking to now? Oh. The spider. Of course.
What crazy things have you said this week?
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