3yo: what are you eating?
Me, just ate chips: nothing
3yo: let me smell your breath
This is a prison
Me: it’s bed time!
My kids: PARKOUR!
If I could give parents one advice it would be to never tell your kids about your good hiding spot. Take that to the grave.
I yelled, “what are you doing!?” and my 3yo threw her fruit snacks like she was running away from the cops.
My 3yo gave me a hug and said, “here is a flower just for you. I got it from the plastic tree you told me not to touch.”
My kids would not be sitting on this couch laughing if they knew what me and their dad did on it last night. They are gonna cry when they find out we ate all the ice cream.
3yo: I don’t wanna go to sleep
Me: your body needs sleep to grow
3yo: but I’m already growed
Me: how do you think I got so big
3yo: by eating
Sometimes I wonder what people without kids do with all that free time. I bet they sit and stuff.
My 3yo ran up me so I could protect her while we were playing laser tag, so I picked her up and used her like a shield so I could take her brother out.
Motherhood is complicated because we’ll share our whole body with our kids, but not our snacks.