My kids have been complaining a lot lately. A LOT. About pretty much EVERY little thing. For some reason they think I should carry them upstairs. Uh...no. So in order to make them more excited about getting up the stairs to bed, I have adopted the "LAST ONE UP IS A ROTTEN EGG!!" approach. And it is working. I am perfectly content with my rotten egg status. Why? Because there is nothing cuter than Cohen turning around, pointing his little finger at me and yelling, "WOTTEN EGG!" I am already sad for the day that he will learn to say his R's wight.Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Rotten Egg
My kids have been complaining a lot lately. A LOT. About pretty much EVERY little thing. For some reason they think I should carry them upstairs. Uh...no. So in order to make them more excited about getting up the stairs to bed, I have adopted the "LAST ONE UP IS A ROTTEN EGG!!" approach. And it is working. I am perfectly content with my rotten egg status. Why? Because there is nothing cuter than Cohen turning around, pointing his little finger at me and yelling, "WOTTEN EGG!" I am already sad for the day that he will learn to say his R's wight.
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