Thursday, June 26, 2008

Thank You, Dr. Freud...

This morning, after breakfast...

Sarah (in excessively whiny, unacceptable for a six-year-old cadence): "Mommy, Darren just keeps on messing with my clubhouse and....."

Mommy: "Sarah, if you cannot stop with the complain-y (an over-used word in my parenting lexicon) unpleasant voice, I'd like you to go up to your room and pull it together until you can."

Darren: "It's either that or primal scream therapy."

[*I'd like to thank Dreamworks and the producers of Shrek the Third for introducing my children to a wide variety of coping mechanisms.]
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4 comments:

Kelsey said...

BAHAHA Love it!

Laura said...

Someone from MY place has tagged someone at YOUR place...mmmmm..SOMEONE has some typing to do....and it ain't ME.
:)

Eva said...

Awesome. I think I could use some primal scream therapy some days.

Funny that we were in your neck of the woods. The park photos are actually from Echo Lake. Can't remember the name of the other park we visited, but both were excellent. I have playground envy.

Emily said...

Oh my gosh, I adore your children! Seriously, when can we catch up with each other?