I remember the first time I said something to my oldest son that struck me as odd. "What did I just say?" I thought to myself after a moment. They were words I never thought I would put together in the same sentence. "Dear, don't bit the dog." Followed by, "No, not even if he likes it."
After 3 boys and a princess, I have gotten used to these unusual sentences coming out of my own mouth. "Baby Girl, quit beating up your big brother." "We don't lick our shoes." "We don't lick other peoples shoes either!" (That one has been said more than once).
Just the other day I had to tell our 5 year old, "Don't put dead armadillos on your Jeep anymore!" With a quizzical look upon he face, he asked "Why not?" I really thought my genes were better than that.
