Thursday, January 24, 2013

Lines uttered this morning that my littles will never appreciate the pop-cultural value of:

1. To Boy-o, upon telling me I was not his mother because I made him put on his boots to go to school:

"You are right.  I'm not your mother.  I'm a dementor, sent to suck all of the joy and sunshine out of your life."

2.  To Girlio, whilst sitting in the snow screaming at me to carry her while I juggle two sets of schoolbags, snow pants and one stuffed animal:

"I do not negotiate with terrorists."

I'm either a total disaster as a parent, or simply spectacular.

Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference.

* parenting tidbits brought to you with the aid of Harry Potter, Donald Rumsfeld, and a healthy sprinkling of sarcasm.

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