A snippet of conversation from our restaurant lunch table today:

MJ: "Nooo! Gace! Mommy, Gace is kicking me!"

Me: "Grace, stop kicking your sister."

LG: "I'm not kicking her. I'm just touching her with my foot."

Me: "Then don't touch her."

MJ: "Mommy! Gace is touching me!"

Me: "Liberty Grace!"

LG: "But, Mom, I'm not touching her."

Me: "Liberty, don't lie to me. I can see your foot."

LG: "I'm not lying, Mom! I'm not touching her! I'm touching her shoe."

Yes, stretched as far out as she could get and still be in her own chair, Grace's shoe could just barely reach Mercy's shoe. Sigh. I remember those days, and now it's payback time. Why, oh WHY did I torture my poor parents this way?
4 Responses
  1. Que Says:

    LOL! Awesome. And I say awesome because I have to deal with that too. The only thing is our 2YO hasn't mastered words yet. And I didn't have to deal with that growing up because I was an only child. So this is my WIFE'S payback, not mine. I'm just an innocent victim of the whole thing.


  2. Tiffany Says:

    Ha! How about, "Mom! Mary's looking out my window!!!" LOL. Yeah, I might have said that when I was a kid.


  3. Beth Says:

    Oh GOSH...and I want to ADOPT????? They are blessings, though, aren't they?????????!!!!!!!!



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