08/24/2009 · 5:16 pm
Rule #147: Things you may not do at the Iowa State Fair:
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Run away from Mommy.
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Put the entire hard-boiled-egg-on-a-stick in your mouth at once.
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Rub sunscreen on Mommy’s shirt.
Thanks to Aunt Carrie & Cousin Waylon (& Carter Birch too) for the rules & for a fun time at the Iowa State Fair. We’re looking forward to you living closer.
08/22/2009 · 4:05 pm
Rule #146: Mommy is very tired of you throwing your shoes down the stairs whenever it’s time to put them on.
08/19/2009 · 8:18 am
Rule #145: Please do not put that coin in your mouth. When swallowed, it becomes a very expensive penny!
Thanks, Tanya S.!
08/18/2009 · 8:07 am
Rule #144: That little fuzzy-lined slot on the van’s CD player is NOT for inserting coins.
Thanks, Kelly S., and enjoy your new CD player. 😉
08/16/2009 · 10:37 pm
Rule #143: Please do not use the dog as a track and field hurdle.
Filed under GC, SR
Tagged as dog, hurdle, mean, meanest mommy, mom, ouch, parenting, preschooler, rules, toddler, track and field
08/13/2009 · 3:29 pm
Rule #142: Please learn how to correctly pronounce “directions.” We get really weird looks when you run around saying, “We need to get erections.”
Thanks, Olivia S.!
08/12/2009 · 5:30 pm
Rule #141: Before you may nurse, you must first remove any rocks that are in your mouth.
Thanks, Sarah R. And ouch!
08/10/2009 · 9:54 am
Rule #140: You may not push elevator buttons with your tongue. It makes Mommy throw up a little in her mouth.
Thanks, Heather S.!
08/09/2009 · 1:18 pm
Rule #139: Please do not throw ketchup packets and pickles at our new friends. At least wait until we know them better.
Sorry, MaryAnn & kids. We’re working on manners, I swear.
Filed under GC, OA
Tagged as ketchup, manners, mean, meanest mommy, mom, parenting, pickles, rude, rules, throw
08/07/2009 · 3:26 pm
Rule #138: Please don’t use the broken doll stroller with no wheel locking mechanism as a ladder. Especially when it requires balancing two books, a shoebox, and a stuffed car in order for you to reach the desired object. And the desired object is made of glass.
Thanks, Betsy R.!
Rules by the Meanest Mommy in the Whole Wide World 