|"I have a belly ache because gramma gave me|
hohos and chips and hohos and
We have officially reached the Blabbermouth Phase. Olivia tattles, hears everything, repeats everything, and wants an explanation about everything. I was forced to abandon all of my very favorite words (swears and dirties alike) a long time ago. I don't want her out there saying fuck as much as I don't want her out there calling people douchecanoe.
But it has escalated to a whole new level. She tells stories and they are always the most horrible stories. Like, she keeps telling people how Mark spilled his Mountain Dew and yelled, "DARNIT!" And she never forgets. I mean, this Mountain Dew incident was like two months ago and the story is still on heavy rotation. If a kid doesn't share a toy with her, she will tell the tale over and over to anyone who will listen while waiting in anticipation for you to bust out the world tiniest violin.
And in addition to watching what I say, I have to watch cartoons all day every day to avoid things like Rhianna. Olivia loves to watch Music On Demand and dance to the videos but she has started to actually imitate the dance moves and OMG RHIANNA. I watched in horror as Olivia watched Rhianna use her hands to make a box around her...well, her box and then tap on it while singing, "Where have you been all my life?"
Awesome dance moves, Rhianna. Patting your...box. Really clever.
The sacrifices I make for these kids! No dirty words, no dirty music videos. It is such a harrowing experience.
|Just when you think I've forgotten?|
I'm going to pat my crotch.