Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Arguing with a Fence Post

Me: Rhett, get down off of that table. You know you aren't supposed to be climbing on that.

Rhett: My mom said I could.

Me: Uh, I'm your mom and I say no.

Rhett: But my udder mom say yes.

Me, sighing: Get down.

Rhett: I'm telling.

Me: Who are you telling?
Rhett: My udder mom.

What I really want to know is, where the heck is this other mom when it's time to scrub toilets or fold laundry?

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