“Stop touching me!
Don’t touch my hair!
I’m not getting up, you took my blanket!
Stop spraying me!
I still have time!
If you leave the room, I’ll get up.
I’m not getting up until you turn the light off.
You can’t make me take it.
Come on Mommy! We have to leave. I’m going to be late for work.”
Says, My Child, Every-Single-Day…

~~ “I gave birth to this tall cranky creature.” ~~
Hard to believe we do that…
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I’m amazed that they grow and look like male versions of me, with more attitude, opinions and really bad organizational skills.
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I don’t have time to read but I’m glad you’re posting and I wrote
this for a local blog that doesn’t pay yet and I probably avoided
including you in my interviews b/c i knew you would have so much
interesting stuff to say I would have to write a book–
wish me luck in Slovenia
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Good luck to you dear Margaret! Safe travels…
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