What you do, is you pick up a shoe, or dolly, or lego, throw it across the room. Storm over, glare and it and shout For Fuck's Sake. Repeat ad infinitum.
Yes. I blame their father as well.
This morning in the car on the way to work a small voice pipes up from the back. "For Fuck's sake make the traffic go faster."
Actually, I rather agreed with her.
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OMG Cait that's so funny but... not I suppose. My princess dropped something the other day and stamped her foot, exclaiming 'shit, shit, shit'. I only wish I could blame her father (gulp).
LOL Sami! You ALWAYS blame the father - that's what fathers are there for!
C
*Snort*
I wish I could blame The Dad.
But nope, I am 100% responsible for every nasty word that comes out of my boys mouths. And there are a lot of them.
Like the time my seven year let a Huntsman Spider loose in the car, and in retelling the tale, explained in great detail to his teacher exactly how his mother had reacted, and what she'd yelled.
Oh dear...
Jess
Everyone blames the poor fucking father! ;)
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