"Mommy. I can't pick up all the blocks by myself. I'll get block sick."
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I'm Raffi sick. As in, IF-I-HEAR-THE-LINE-ALL-I-EVER-NEED-IS-A-SONG-IN-MAH-HEARRRRT one more time, I'm gonna be. Sick, that is.
Posted by: Mama T | August 27, 2007 at 10:21 AM
ok, I just shot diet coke out of my nose...that is hilarious!
Posted by: Stephanie | August 22, 2007 at 04:42 PM
I'm potty training sick. You think it would be easier after three others? Nah...
Posted by: The Estrogen Files | August 19, 2007 at 11:46 PM
I'm money sick, sick of never having enough of it! I think someone's been stealing from the money tree in my backyard again..
Posted by: MsRebecca | August 19, 2007 at 09:49 PM
If I have to wipe another butt other than my own one more time.....I won't tell ya what kinda sick I'm gonna be.
Posted by: Heather | August 19, 2007 at 07:31 PM
My almost five year old was outside in the tent with my husband, as they had planned to rough it in the backyard for the night. After being out there for about 15 minutes, he called me on the walkie talkie to tell me he had to come in as he was about to be "outdoor sick."
Posted by: Anniw | August 19, 2007 at 06:13 PM
A few months ago Jack told me that he couldn't get his shorts on because he was too tired to lift his legs.
Oh the drama!
Posted by: slouching mom | August 19, 2007 at 07:10 AM
LOL Where do kids come up with this stuff?!
Posted by: Bitchy Mom | August 18, 2007 at 05:30 PM
So she has your sense of humor, then? ;)
Posted by: Damselfly | August 18, 2007 at 02:31 PM
Diatribal...
I feel your pain.
*retreats to piles of boxes*
Posted by: Kristen | August 18, 2007 at 09:36 AM
Oh...I'm definitely "move sick". (Drove 15 hours to get to our new house. Moving in today.)
Posted by: Diatribal | August 18, 2007 at 09:13 AM
Ooooh. Maybe I can't do the dishes anymore. I'll get dish sick.
Your kid's a genius.
Posted by: AndreAnna | August 18, 2007 at 08:40 AM