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A chill ran up my spine when the 9 year old standing near the buffet table said to me, "I'm not going to eat a single thing because that's what keeps me so slim and pretty."
A chill ran up my spine when the 9 year old standing near the buffet table said to me, "I'm not going to eat a single thing because that's what keeps me so slim and pretty."
Sheltered from the hot sun, the woman cradled the little dog in her arms while her child crawled away from her, only connected by the child harness.
It only took one week of kindergarten for my 3-year-old to come home and tell me that he is going to stab me and kill me.
It really was a logical question when my 4 year old son asked, "If there is a Godzilla, is there a Jesuszilla?"
My mom joked, "Tell the interviewer, 'I love children, especially with noodles!'"
Catching my sons vomit in my hand when he threw up last night made me realise just how far I would go for my children.
Nothing is more awkwardly fulfilling than having a child prefer you over their own mother.
True parenting is going out into the rain to search through the paper recycling bin by torchlight for your son's missing collectible trading cards, and then resisting the urge to strangle him when he finds they were in his coat pocket all the time.
My little cousin asked, "If Jesus was human, does that mean he farted?"
Yesterday, at my ripe old age of 43, my young son had to explain to me that the band was spelled and named "The Beatles" due to a music beat and not "The Beetles" after a bug.
My heart broke as I pulled the black cape around my neck and saw the tag that was labeled, "Does not enable you to fly."
My three-year-old just informed me that there are three really bad words out there: butt, booty, and brain.
I think what bothers me the most is that my mother pretends not to understand why I will never leave my children alone at their house.
Despite the fact that he asks every night, God has not yet answered my five-year-old's prayer asking where mosquitos come from.
Moments after my three year old son stated, "I help Daddy," I came to realize that our Christmas tree was on fire.
Seeing the unborn child sparkling in my husband's eyes I shrugged away and curled up in my bathrobe to finish the novel I didn't want to read.
My 8-year-old sister proudly declared that she knows that "WTF" means "Wow, That's Funny" and has been using it all over the internet.
When my 8-year-old niece came home from her friend's birthday party and assured me that she did not drink any beer, I knew something was very wrong with our culture.
I told my eight-year-old daughter she could choose lemonade, lemonade or lemonade and she asked "What was the second one again?"
She always sends her kindergarden child to a seven and a half hour school day with only 5 chocolate chip cookies as his whole lunch.
Mom and Dad were separated prematurely as teenagers by her father, and it took a lifetime, several marriages and children for them to find each other again and be happy.
Sadly, my 6 year old son has a love life that outruns mine by light years.
I didn't realize just how short I was until, during student teaching, I found myself asking my 4th graders to reach things for me.
After meticulously explaining the birds and the bees my little boy looked at his sister and asked me, "You had sex twice?"
Asked by my small daughter, "How long does a clock take?", I had to wonder.
After his soggy diaper leaked onto his bed, my two year old asked, "Who turned the water on?"
The 3-year-old yells out the window to a vagrant with compassion, "Watch out man, the ants bite real bad!"
She looked up from her toy and said, "Daddy, why do you get so angry?"
One of the things that brought us together was our mutual dislike of marriage and children, yet the more I got to know him the more I thought I might not be totally opposed to them if they happened with him.
As I stared at the stunningly precious likeness before me, I blithely told him that if I were in his shoes, I'd be telling everyone that my baby looked just like me!
After severly hurting my foot, losing my job, being evicted from our home without cause, nursing my 3 year old through strep, picking my fiance and his totaled car up at the hospital, and going into debt, I wondered, "what else can happen in one month?"
I always think I can get more done in a day than I really do thanks to my 2 wild cards - ages 2 and 5.
The children anticipated the rising of the sun, as if they were nocturnal creatures of the wood, and reluctantly scurried back to their houses to welcome another day.
I can't wait until "Cars" comes out on DVD because I am so sick of watching "Over the Hedge" non-stop.
His big round eyes welled up with tears and the look of disappointment and sadness that comes from an innocent child betrayed made me wish that the slap was a million times on my face.
I thought it would be wonderful; twenty years later my life is shattered.