You know what they say: If your kids say “I hate you”, that means you’re doing something right.
Well, okay, maybe I just made that up to make myself feel better.
Today, however–
Today, my child didn’t say, “I hate you” to me.
He carved it in a bar of soap.
That’s right.
Carved it.
In a bar of soap.
I must be doing awesome!
Well, okay, maybe I just made that up to make myself feel better.
Today, however–
Today, my child didn’t say, “I hate you” to me.
He carved it in a bar of soap.
That’s right.
Carved it.
In a bar of soap.
I must be doing awesome!
OOO wee. What brought on the carving? Do tell, so we can all inflict the same injustice on all of our children.
That is seriously funny!
I’d love to see his carving skills
I am, apparently, too particular when it comes to the way I want beds made. The funny thing is, I distinctly remember when Zack was a baby thinking, “Oh, I love him so much, I just couldn’t bear it if he ever said ‘I hate you’ to me!” But by the time he was old enough to say it (let alone think it)–it didn’t even bother me. It usually happens when we’ve been battling for hours about something. I end up saying, “Fine. I’m sorry you hate me. I will always love you. You still have to do _________.”
The camera is with Stan, so I’ll try and get a picture and post it later.
I know what this is from – instead of chilli powder you use LEVER 2000 for the use of the four-letter word that stands for a stinker. right? admit it.