"I'm going to write Daddy a letter and tell him that you put Drew in his crib and let him cry and that you were a mean mommy. Now go say sorry."
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more evidence that I do *not* want to introduce a second small human into our midst.
thanks for the reminder, K.
(because, alright, yes, maybe I *have* been a little mopey-moo about babies, lately. what?)
Posted by: lildb | January 15, 2008 at 12:08 AM
OMG, that is too funny! I hope it's ok that I laughed at that. My daughter stopped my hubby and I in the middle of an argument once and said, "Daddy, please stop talking to Mommy that way, it's not nice. Say you are sorry". I almost started to cry and I'll tell you, that stopped the argument, that's for sure! It wasn't even a huge one.
Posted by: Multi-tasking Mommy | January 14, 2008 at 08:00 AM
Ha...that's funny. You better start behaving!
Posted by: Lacey | January 12, 2008 at 10:32 PM
Geez, Mommy....why are you so naughty? ;)
Posted by: Dana | January 12, 2008 at 06:51 PM
I might have to remind my kid about who makes the rules in my house. I wonder where she got the idea that Daddy was in charge and that she could rat you out to him?
Could it be the in-laws?
Posted by: Michelle | January 12, 2008 at 06:50 PM
Would you believe that my 11 and 13 year old still try to do that? You can see where I rate in this family
Posted by: Gretchen | January 12, 2008 at 06:28 PM
Daaag, sister.
You got sent to the NAUGHTY SPOT.
Posted by: the new girl | January 12, 2008 at 06:23 PM
We spend all sorts of agonizing moments wishing they could talk already! Then we wish we could unteach the bu**ers (or at least be allowed to duct-tape 'em shut!).
Posted by: Amy | January 12, 2008 at 05:46 PM
Ha! Too funny.
Posted by: Karl | January 12, 2008 at 02:18 PM
Dear Q,
That ain't right.
xo,
OTJ
Posted by: Oh, The Joys | January 12, 2008 at 01:40 PM
I always say fine, but you might want to rethink that. I have dirt on you, too.
Posted by: Wendy | January 12, 2008 at 01:21 PM
Welcome to my world.
Where the kids threaten to phone dad on a daily basis and "tell on me."
I knew I should never have taught them how to use the phone....
Posted by: Redneck Mommy | January 12, 2008 at 11:50 AM
At least they're acting as a team and not beating each other up.
Posted by: Stimey | January 12, 2008 at 11:28 AM
Hey it's your own fault. Teaching her to speak.
Posted by: Hyphen Mama | January 12, 2008 at 11:13 AM
Man,are you in trouble! Tsk-tsk :p
Posted by: Rebecca | January 12, 2008 at 10:49 AM
Ouch. Just make sure you give her the "corrected" address.
Posted by: Christy | January 12, 2008 at 09:57 AM