During dinner (isn't it always?), the broken child keeps annoyingly repeating the same thing. After a couple minutes of this, the following occurs...
Mom: That's it. You need to stop, or I'm going to get your Dad's power stapler and staple your lips together...KA-CHUNK!!!
*crickets*
Me: (with tears still streaming from the silent laughter created by such an outrageous comment) Umm. Ka-Chunk? Where did that come from?
I like being home...
3 comments:
Someone please call child social services on me. I am obviously losing my mind.....call them and tell them to take all 4 kids please. I'd like a nice white padded cell, please!
All 4? Umm, yeah, we need to call someone on you. Maybe a math teacher. Just because I act like a child doesn't mean you get to count me as one...
Hardy har har.
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