I’m a go with the flow kind of gal unless the flow is after 9pm or involves people I don’t know or parallel parking.
Our friend in New Zealand wished my 8yo a happy birthday the night before her birthday. I tried explaining time zones to her but all she heard is Liz is from the future.
The kids are asking for fun shaped sandwiches for their back-to-school lunches and I’m so flattered they’ve mistaken me for the kind of mother who would do that
8yo overheard me talking about getting laser eye surgery. She got really upset. I was surprised by her reaction until she said “but what if you accidentally shoot me with laser beams!”
I told my tween to exercise so he sat on the couch and told me he was exercising — his right to freedom. I was mad, mostly that I never thought of that one myself.
The stages of sharing a vacation rental with another family are:
1. Wish we were more like them
2. At least we’re not like them
My therapist told me to set a boundary with my family so I built an electric fence around my house. This therapy stuff is really working!
We have friends coming from the Netherlands. My 8yo kept asking if their kids have grown. We couldn’t understand why she was fixated on this.
Neverland. She thought they were from Neverland.
Bought a kazoo to stick in my husband’s mouth when he snores so he can wake himself up in the most annoying way possible
When my 5’8” husband passes a super tall person he’ll stealthily go back-to-back with them and whisper “who’s taller?”
Letters from overnight camp be like:
-I am having the best time
-I hate camp I want to come home
-I never want to leave ever
-Please come get me
-Can I extend
People think that as your kids get older you have more freedom but if that were true I wouldn’t be standing in the kitchen eating this chocolate bar out of an empty banana peel
My kid asked me for a boomerang so I handed him the apple that has gone back and forth in his lunch for the past week
In sibling math no matter which half they’re given, it’s always smaller.
I did the universal sign for “call me” and my tween gave me a confused look and asked “on a banana?”