Picture my two 3 year olds jumping over furniture, sitting on the tip-top of the back of the couch, flinging random toys across our basement and jumping from one stationary object to another.
Picture me saying over and over and over and over again,
"Please do not do that. It's not safe!"
"Please stop Ashlee, you're going to hurt yourself."
"Lucas, when you fall off of there and crack your head open, I'm not going to be sorry for you because I told you to get down several times already."
Finally, picture the above mentioned 3 year olds, looking at me ever-so-seriously, and replying, "But Mom! Dats what gurilldas do!"
Glad I'm raising up gorillas, not children. That explains all the poop I blog about.
Such a funny post! What a beautiful family you have!!
ReplyDeleteShow them a picture of the gorillas at the zoo....in a cage.
ReplyDeleteSo funny! We convinced Caleb to eat salad because the gorilla at the zoo was eating lettuce one day.
ReplyDeleteI guess I will have to be careful with the gorilla analogies!
Thanks for sharing!
That was too funny! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious!!! good thing! I think i have some of their kin down here too! LOL
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha.... this is so funny!! You make me laugh. i can't wait to babysit your lovely little gorillas. :)
ReplyDeleteToo cute! We have little monkeys at my house (or roly polies, or crickets, or frogs, depending on the day). :)
ReplyDeleteWhen i tell my kids that i am not going to be sorry for them when they hurt themselves (after the Millionth time i've told them to stop), they always look at me and say, "That's not a nice mama....you don't love us enough to even care if we are hurt?"
ReplyDeleteI just roll my eyes...