Child,
Sweet, sweet love.
If you insist, once again, on asking me 20 times for the same thing within the space of one minute, I shall have to duct tape your adorable little mouth up.
I'm not kidding.
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Pass me the duct tape, too. I once made the mistake of making inanimate objects talk (the car, the sofa, the T-shirt, the peas on his plate) and now he constantly asks, "What are the noodles saying, Mommy? What is the kitty saying? What are my underpants saying? (really!)"
It's driving me nuts.
Posted by: Christine | April 21, 2007 at 08:54 AM