tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post1397813057135738928..comments2024-02-10T01:32:22.643-06:00Comments on The Quick Gray Fox: Today found me, at various times:Poppy B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532483657395207695noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-20682393927527835192007-12-07T08:47:00.000-06:002007-12-07T08:47:00.000-06:00"All your fault" LOL. My oldest, who is now almos..."All your fault" LOL. My oldest, who is now almost 27, pulled that on me the first time when he was just 3 years old. We were walking out across a parking lot, he was watching some guy work on a car and not paying attention, and tripped over his own feet. He got up screaming "YOU MADE ME DO IT!!" I was at least 10 feet away from him at the time. But of course it was my fault.Flutterbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13208928086177298767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-33233476419325644052007-12-06T11:46:00.000-06:002007-12-06T11:46:00.000-06:00It's all your fault. Always. Even the starving c...It's all your fault. Always. Even the starving children in Africa and the war in the Middle East. All because of you. That's just part of motherhood.Jennifer (Jen on the Edge)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11334111687109555812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-57306733001163907162007-12-06T09:50:00.000-06:002007-12-06T09:50:00.000-06:00flutterby: I feel you. In fact, I think I AM you.s...flutterby: I feel you. In fact, I think I AM you.<BR/><BR/>suburbanc: I whacked my own head with the van door a couple of weeks ago, so I know exactly how it felt. But I did tell her "watch out for the door!" and she walked into it ANYWAY. And it was STILL my fault.<BR/><BR/>bb: I can totally see you in white face, pretending to be stuck in an invisible box.<BR/><BR/>badge: Sounds good! Because Popette is about a foot taller than NOS at this point. Is Boy Child at least 5' 1"? More important, does he know how to shovel snow? Heh heh heh.<BR/><BR/>melissa: The wine was pretty excellent, but I have to admit a certain fondness for the dressed-to-the-nines-with-a-toilet-seat-for-a-hat part.Poppy B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01532483657395207695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-7655218955598760662007-12-06T08:13:00.000-06:002007-12-06T08:13:00.000-06:00Oh dear. I think the high point involved the cors...Oh dear. I think the high point involved the corsage and the old ladies. Or maybe drinking wine. I bet that's when you felt the most relief.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-91506027472018857882007-12-06T06:24:00.000-06:002007-12-06T06:24:00.000-06:00Dude. If the arranged marriage with Joke's kid fal...Dude. If the arranged marriage with Joke's kid falls through, have I got a potential son-in-law for YOU. Seriously, I think your girl and my boy are soulmates or something. I can't figure out if it's an Aspie thing or just the age or what.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and if they do get hitched, they'll be living with YOU. Hope that's okay.Badgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08612452005428621885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-2923879708836599522007-12-06T06:10:00.000-06:002007-12-06T06:10:00.000-06:00I think I may have to do this as a meme.Or a mime....I think I may have to do this as a meme.<BR/>Or a mime.blackbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05474831322702380602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-61834803049679420192007-12-05T21:54:00.000-06:002007-12-05T21:54:00.000-06:00I did that rear door of the minivan thing to my da...I did that rear door of the minivan thing to my daughter and didn't realize how much it hurt until the next week, when it happened to me. And, yes, I did it to myself. I don't know how.<BR/><BR/>Have fun with your daughter. It just gets worse.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922232.post-7516403432990421252007-12-05T21:40:00.000-06:002007-12-05T21:40:00.000-06:00Daughter sounds like mine when she was on the verg...Daughter sounds like mine when she was on the verge of leaving that pre-pubescent time in her life for full blown pube... well.. that wasn't going to sound right at ALL but you get my drift. It's almost nonstop theatrics at that point. She just got done screaming at dad to "Just LEAVE ME ALONE I CAN'T THINK WHEN YOU KEEP ASKING ME STUPID QUESTIONS!!!" And all the poor guy did was ask twice if she finished her homework... because she couldn't be bothered to answer him the first time he asked. And she just paid for it by losing her cell phone for the rest of the week. Her response to that was a very mature "I DON'T CAAAAAAAAARE!!!" And his was a very mature "I will MAKE YOU CARE..." sheesh.. remind me which one the child is please...Flutterbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13208928086177298767noreply@blogger.com