You know when you're a kid and you get in trouble for jumping on the bed, having office chair spinning contests, running with scissors, juggling chainsaws, teaching the cat to swim... and you reply,
"When I'm a grownup, I'm going to let my kids ________!"Well, tonight my daughter referred to her porkchops as chicken and I'm proud to announce that she did NOT get sent to her room.
3 comments:
you grounded her? oh that's a bit much, methinks.
What?!? No. I didn't ground her. I embraced her improper naming of the dinner meat. I once protested AGAINST sending kids to their room for improper meat identification. Really, picket signs and all.
I was joking, but I think my sarcastic wit does not come across in blog comments. I'm not sure how else you get kids to eat meat than to call it chicken regardless of what it is.
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