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Out of the mouth of a smart ass babe

The kids have some chores that they are responsible for. Nothing hard, I mean they are only 6 and 7. They are just enough to teach them some responsibility. They empty wastebaskets, take dirty laundry to the laundry room, and unload the dishwasher.

conversation with Steven (7 year old)

Steven: I don't want tooooooooooooooooooo (imagine a really whiney tone)

Me:
get down stairs and just do it. oh and STOP the friggin' whining business

Steven: I finished everything but the stuff I couldn't reach or the things I did know where to put them

Me: Good job honey. (reaching out, holding his hand and walking down the stairs) well, sweetie, I will help you with the rest.

Steven: I guess you shouldn't send a little person to do a big person's job

Are you friggin' kidding me? I was about to choke him out and then kick him down the stairs. Okay not really but uhm isn't it a little early to start with that smart ass business already. I guess am getting what I give....better teach him when and where they is appropriate.....NEVER with me if you plan to live.

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