Chris was trying to nap on the couch yesterday. All the while Clara was getting her baby doll all settled in for a nap next to him. As she was tucking her baby in, Chris overheard her tell the baby,
"French fries?" "No!!"
"Juice?" "No!"
"Bugs Bunny?" "No!"
There was one other denial, but Chris doesn't remember it. He said she just rattled them off one after another without missing a beat. I guess she's heard them enough. That's my girl. Sometimes you gotta be the bad guy for their own good. Glad to know all this discipline is sinking in.
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Sunday morning we were all standing at the bathroom sink getting ready. Chris was showing some, hmmm, how should I put this? Some butt crack. Clara walked up behind him, grabbed the top of his shorts with both hands and pulled them up. She knew that just wasn't right. It was too funny, but both of us were sure she was going to pull them down.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Raising Her Up Right
Posted by Kelsey at 10:29 AM
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LOL!
Hmmm...Butt Crack Chris...
has kind of a nice ring to it, don't you think? Heretofore after we will refer to him as BCC.
Butt what... no pics on today's blog?
(sorry..Chris...couldn't resist asking that)
Well, I have been up this AM since the crack of don...I best get some things done now. Enjoyed that blog! Sounds as if I should get C. a Big M Golden Arches Ronald McDonald Happy she got it Meal care package sent!
Over and out,
Nana in the north
Okay, now you have me laughing right here at my desk at work! That's not fair!
Good for you Clara! Keep tugging them up.
FYI could I just please request that my comments NOT get back to my mother??
You see, growing up, that crass "butt" word was not allowed in our household.... rather we had to say "bottom", "buns", "hiney",
"cushie tooshie", or "derriere". You get it.
I've never had a potty mouth or been tempted by the usual four letter words...but sometimes now I do say the word...."BUTT!".
Mum's the word...I'm countin' on you.
Nana who knows better in the north ;)
I won't say a word. Actually, we weren't allowed to say butt either. Or crap. I'm embarrassed to say I say crap a lot. Crap, I said it again.
I'm trying to get better about those two words around Clara, but it's hard to say bottom. And hiney crack just doesn't have the same ring to it as butt crack does.
Now I am lauging even MOre at your post....what a crack!
Yup..."crap" was out too. I think all THOSE word were considered the slippery slope down to all the REAL trash talk!! I do remember one time at the Sunday-with-all-the-roast-trimmings dinner table...with Sunday company, of course, when suddenly my dad, who was at the head of the table facing the window, saw a dog run across the yard out back. The rest of us eating and talking did not see the dog. My dad just suddenly jumped up out of his chair and at the top of his lungs yelled, "THAAAT'S the doooog that's been a crappin' (brought his hands together in a big clap just as he said "crap"!) in our yard!! I guess he had just taken all the crap he could take from that dog??
Hmmm...it seemed funnier back them. I'm not sure why I felt compelled to share that. Perhaps, because it became one of those famous lines that every family has that is destined to be repeated over and over thru the years. Or..maybe repeating it was the only way we could get away with saying "crap" and even laugh about it?? Well, Dad is gone but we're still saying "his line" when the rest of us are together.
Sorry....I'm such a blogger hogger.
Nana in the north
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