Me: Girls, you need to go downstairs and start picking up your room.
Girls: Nooooooooooo! Whine whine whine. Complain complain complain. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum....blah blah blah...you get the picture...
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Seven hundred and fifty hours later, they are finally downstairs doing what they are supposed to.
Except.
I hear singing.
It makes me happy that they have decided to put such a positive spin on a dreaded task.
Except.
As I wander further down the stairs, I realize just exactly what it is they are singing.
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Girls: It's a hard knock life. For us. It's a hard knock life. For us. No one cares for you a smidge. When you're in an orphanage.
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Laugh all you want, but this --coupled with the eight thousand and thirty times I have heard Yes, Miss Hannigan in response to my requests lately-- just tells me that a certain DVD staring a certain curly redhead needs to get back to the library ASAP.
4 Comments:
Yessss Miss Hannigan.
Love it!
that's classic!!! isn't it great to have a blog where you can share these stories in all their great detail someday when they're older? :)
That's why I started the blog in the first place! I am very bad about journaling stuff, for them or myself, but for some reason when I feel like I am sharing funny stories with other people it motivates me.
Does that make me a narcissist? ;-)
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