After dance class last Thursday:
Me: Doodles, as soon as we get home, you need to do your homework.
Doodles: Mom, do you know what I hear you say? [Puts up one hand and makes a quacking motion]. “Doodles. Blah, blah, blah, homework. Blah, blah, blah, homework. Blah, blah, blah, homework.” [Puts up other hand and makes same talking motion] “Mom, can we stop talking about homework?” [Back to other hand] “Blah blah blah homework.”
In the car, the kids were comparing notes:
Doodles: Do you know what Dad says all the time?
Me: No, what?
Doodles: Cheeses crises! [Say it outloud and you’ll understand it]
Me, laughing: Yes, he does.
Pie: And dammit!
