When I sit down, it is not an invitation to climb all over me. When I leave the room it is not an invitation to follow. When I make something to eat it is not an invitation to eat half (especially when I just made you something). When I close a door it is not an invitation to pound on it until I open it. When I clean up a mess it is not an invitation to make another (I am not giving you a clean canvas to destroy again).
I do however invite you to dress up like princesses and eat 'car chips' on the couch.
With Love,
Mommy
So... how old do you think they'll be before they understand all this?
ReplyDeleteKatie~
ReplyDeleteHa ha I feel you on that one! I have 4 and 4x's the trouble. Though my oldest and girls are growing up. Which makes me sad. I love reading your posts. Wished I wasnt on dial-up, so that I can blog a little more. Have a great Christ-mas =)
Jami Robison