My daughter kills me. I don't know what is going to come out of her mouth at any given moment. I really need to start writing them down because by the time I sit down to blog about them, I've forgotten half of what she said that week. For instance, this week, she has said the following:
While holding herself, "Momma, my nuts hurt."
Me: "Um, I'm sorry, WHAT did you just say?"
Her: "I said, my nuts hurt. Nuts are your privates."
Me: "Well, baby, they aren't YOUR privates."
Her: "Boys have nuts."
Me: "You aren't a boy, and we don't say that or call them that." - Holy Cow-
And then her new thing is when she gets a spanking (and yes, she gets them) she starts crying and screaming telling me I'm putting bruises all over her body. Please, keep in mind, that when she does get spankings, it's ONE swat. Rarely does it even leave a mark. But, I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of DFCS at my door because she has told her teachers that we put bruises on her body. This child of mine. NEVER a dull moment. NEVER.
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