Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


From the mouths of babes

While cooking dinner last night, Stinkerbelle kept appealing to me to get her a blanket. (After all, 35 degrees outside is like living in the Arctic Circle for Texans). There was a blanket spread out in the floor in the front room where kids had been laying on it the day before, so I told her to gather up the blanket there and use it.

Here is the exchange between mom and 3-year-old:

Little Bit: Where? I don't see it.
AoM: Right there in the middle of the floor.
Little Bit: I don't see it.
AoM: Honey *getting exasperated as I'm trying to get food ready before soccer practice* it is right there in the floor.
Little Bit: Moooooom, there's no blanket and I'm coooooold!
AoM: Goddoggit, Stinkerbelle. If it was a snake it would bite you. It's RIGHT THERE!
Little Bit: *looking quizzical as she looks around the room* Momma, there is no snake in here.
AoM: *shaking my head and chuckling* Pickle, go find the blanket for your sister.


  • At 9:06 AM, February 21, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    too funny!

  • At 9:27 AM, February 21, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Very practical girl, that Stinkerbelle.

  • At 11:05 AM, February 21, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Reminds me of a story, when my son was about that age.

    He'd been playing trucks in the sandpile all day, and I called him into the house to take a bath before supper. He went to his room to undress while I went to run water into the tub.

    I walked into his room to find him dumping the sand out of his shoes onto the middle of his bed. I hollered at him to stop (kind of loud, and I startled him).

    His little lip started to quiver and his eyes teared up and he said "But Momma, you told me not to dump it on the floor!".


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