Monday, August 15, 2011

Mud Pie

It's sunny and 72.  The girls are fed, dressed and sent outside to blow off steam.  I shout out the door "And PLEASE girls, can we NOT make a bunch of mud today?"  Gwen: "Yes mom, we won't make a bunch of mud."  Note to self... Semantics.



20min later I find this:



"ARG! Girls, I just asked you not to do mud today!"  Gwen: "No mom, you asked us not to make a bunch of mud."  Grumble grumble grumble.  She's so much like me it hurts.

1 comment:

  1. I love child logic. It's very similar to mine, and yet so frustrating when you're on the receiving end!

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