Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Morning is broken (like a record).

Up at Dawn's crack. Somebody has started swimming training, good grief!No point crying over spilt cornies.

I was repeating myself a lot this morning.

Pick up your jamies, pick up your jamies, pick up your jamies.

(Sometimes I mix it up a bit.)

Put on your sun screen. Have you got sunscreen? Would you like me to help you with sun screen?

(Mostly I don't bother.)

Put on your undies. Put on your undies. Put on your undies...Beuller?

This is what they hear.
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  1. DebOctober 12, 2011 at 7:00 AM

    True that, Mum.
    xo

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  2. MakeminemidcenturyOctober 12, 2011 at 10:41 PM

    What do you want for breakfast?

    Clean your teeth.

    Put that in the laundry pile.

    Make your bed.

    Be good.

    I'm leaving.

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  3. annieOctober 13, 2011 at 12:09 AM

    MMMC: It's the "I'm leaving" one where I'm going wrong!

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  4. MakeminemidcenturyOctober 13, 2011 at 2:46 AM

    "I'm leaving" doesn't faze them any more. It did once.

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