The horrific words I swore as a child I'd never say:
"Because I'm your mother!" came quite naturally to my lips today when Andrew, after being asked to take his shoes off and put them in the closet, pick up his dropped mac and cheese off the floor, and take his bowl to the sink asked this:
"Why I hafta do evything what you say?" (sic)
Thank goodness four year olds tend to accept their parents responses as valid so that was the end of that...for now.
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Don't we love having our children question of mothering? What are we going to do when they are teenagers?
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