To the twelve chocolate chips:
"Okay, we have twelve apostles here." (eats one)
"Now we have eleven!! We NEED another apostle!"
To her crackers:
"Get IN the shopping cart!"
"But, MOM, I don't WANT to ride in the shopping cart!"
To some other plate of food:
"I need four brethren to come forward, please. Four brethren please."
Looks like we have evidence that our kids have been sufficiently indoctrinated. A few days ago I asked her why she just left the dinner table and went to her room without being excused. "Well, Mom, I guess I just have bad manners today."
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