Random excerpts from a Mom on a walk with two little girls:
C’mon, it’s time to walk the dog.
Are you coming?
C’mon, girls, let’s go.
I mean NOW.
We are going NOW.
What you have on is fine. You don’t need to dress up.
Let’s go. It’s getting late.
Your shoes are on the wrong feet.
Do you have to go to the bathroom?
Well, when was the last time you peed?
Ok, we are not going for a walk until you go to the bathroom.
What do you mean you don’t care?
Go to the bathroom and then get your shoes on NOW.
Or else there’s no TV for the rest of the week.
We are going for a walk and we’re all going to have fun! I mean it!
I wasn’t shouting.
Look, I’m sorry I shouted.
Let’s go now.
You don’t need to bring your dolls.
No dolls on the walk.
I said no dolls.
Okay, but if they get lost, we are NOT going back to find them. I mean it.
How can your legs be sore? We’re at the end of the driveway.
How can you be hungry? We just had supper.
Yes, there’s Jennifer’s house.
No, you can’t knock on her door to see if she has any dessert.
You’re right, that’s a stinky poop.
Yes, I am glad your father picks up the dog’s poop too.
Those are lovely flowers. Thank you.
What do you mean you picked them from the pot at the end of that person’s driveway?
Stealing is when you take something that doesn’t belong to you.
You can’t put them back now.
Don’t worry you’re too young to go to jail.
Let’s walk a little faster.
Stop walking in the middle of the road.
You’ll get hit by a car.
Yes, you could die.
You can’t lie in the middle of the road either.
Here comes a car. Get off the road.
GET OFF THE ROAD NOW!
What happened? Why are you crying?
No, I don’t have any of your dolls.
Well, why did you bring three dolls for a walk? When we go for a walk, we go for a walk to get exercise. We are not going for a walk so you can brush your doll’s hair. This is supposed to be fun family time! Not doll-hair-brushing time!
If we have to go all the way back to the beginning of this road to find your doll, then you are in big trouble.
I’m not stomping.
Sorry, I know I shouldn’t stomp.
There she is in the ditch.
We’re almost home.
I had fun too. I’ll put the flowers in a little vase.
Honey, do we have any wine?
L’il Girl Talk
“Blah, blah, blah,” says The Oldest, age 8, when I warn her she will trip if she doesn’t tie her shoelaces.