Last night we had spaghetti. With spaghetti comes sauce. With sauce comes a self-feeding child covered in greasy redness. Aurelia decided she also wanted to feed it to her baby doll that somehow ended up at the table with us. So, now there were two things slathered in an orange film. When they had both eaten their fill, I was in Thad's room prepping him for a bath. I heard Matt attempt to coax the girl-child into stillness. 'Let me wipe your hands'. The small-voiced response was predictable, 'No.' Another tact: 'Can I clean off your baby?' 'No!' What happened next was (insert adjective here).
"Oww!... Come and clean your daughter. Bitch just stabbed me with a fork!"
Laughter. From all of us.
P.S. In the interest of honesty, I didn't censor this exchange. He wasn't mad at her; the expletive was not supposed to be insulting. We both swear like truckers, and even though we have toned it down significantly since she started talking, sometimes it slips out. And sometimes she repeats it. And sometimes, we are not perfect parents. And it's always funny (to date).
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Ok, after you made me chuckle with today's blog, thought I better check in on what I missed. :) This is funny shit....yep, I come from that truck driving school as well. I didn't take it derogatory and that is hilarious she stabbed at him. Don't you just wonder where they get this stuff?
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