Mr. Flinger: “If you don’t stop yelling in there, we’re going to send you outside to play all day and not let you in. We’ll put food in a dog dish and you can eat out there.”
Me: “Let’s make realistic threats to the children. We don’t own a dog dish.”
Mr. Flinger: “You’re right. Sorry. A BOWL.”
You been listening to our conversations?
Yesterday my kids (6, 6, 3) decided to run away from home, to the back yard. “Except you have to bring us out food, Mom. And we’ll come inside to sleep, because it’s scary outside in the dark.” So how is that any different than any other day?
At least they know to take you seriously!
Bwahaha… totally something that would be said here, too.
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