This is why I rarely get anything productive done

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I'm all, "BLAH!"
And she's all, "Pee-cuth, Mom. I'n duth kidding."
So I go, "Please?"
And she answers with a, "But MOM! Where'th my dweth?"
I tell her, "It's dirty."
She replies, "Get it."
I tell her to, "Ask nicely."
She quotes, "Nythee, nythee. Peeth."
I correct, "Say, 'Mom. Please will you help me get my dress on?'"
She mumbles, "Mom, peeth w..............dweth on?"
I consent, "Yes. I will help you get your dress on."

And 57 minutes later, we are dressed for the day. Only to repeat this same process 16 1/2 more times. The 1/2 represents the nakedness that tends to come with a toddler. *sigh* I just hope Michael understands that I tried to take down the Christmas tree. Maybe tomorrow...

Comments

Danielle said…
Heehee...I love you gals.

fiesh

I really want to eat some fiesh and cheeeeps right now.
January 8, 2010 at 5:16 PM
Unknown said…
Hi ERMA, oh how I miss those days! sweet precious days of toddlers always demanding your time. I use to fill up a bucket of water and pinesol about an hour before bob would get home. Hurry and pick up before he got home and he would think I had been cleaning all day long hehehe. I don't think I have ever told him that....it was worth it...because the time you spend with the toddler and other kiddies is priceless above all cleaning! luv u...lu
January 10, 2010 at 11:41 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
Oh she is just so cute. I want a little baby like her, but without the hurt and pain of having it. K?
January 15, 2010 at 1:05 PM
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