Trying somehing new this week with MckMama. Being brutally honest about what our children didn't do and livng to tell about it.It is not my child who sings in the bathroom everytime he has a BM. Nope, and Kevin didn't come in from outside the other day while my neighbor was here and go into the bathroom, leaving the door open and proceed to start singing.
It did not go something like this... "A, b, ceeEEEEEee, d, e, f, g, h, i, jaaAAAAAy, k, l, m, n, o, p, queEEEEEEEw, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y, and z. Now I know my a, b, ceEEEEEEees..." Well, you get the idea. That was definitely not my child!
Hop on over to MckMama's and see what some other children haven't been doing. I guarantee you'll feel better about life after a little of this kind of therapy!
i read your song you wrote for MckMama and it made me cry. awesome job! apparently your child is on his way to composing songs like his mother.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your very cute post. Thank you for sharing.
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