Uh, DUH. Gah.

Here are some precious little tid-bits that were spoken to me today.  (All by people under the age of 4 and less than 4 feet tall.)

"Uh... I just told you that.  DUH. "

"Gah, what is YOUR problem?"

"The baby is spitting his food back at you because you are being so bossy to me.  I'm bigger than you so I am the boss."

"You need to figure it out, Mom.  It's really not that hard.  Just make a good dishishum." (that's decision.  and that sounds just like his dad.)

The list goes on and on.  The important thing is I did not lose my cool and I did not kill anyone today.  That alone should earn me a cookie.  Or a glass of wine.  I'm gonna go with the glass of wine.  

I should have said this earlier; but I didn't, so I'll say it now.  I do like these kids.  And I love watching them everyday.  I just can't believe the things children will say- not just these children- all children.  What the heck is wrong with me as a mom that my kid thinks it's okay to tell me to "figure it out".   Furthermore, what kinds of things is he hearing me say that gives him these kinds of ideas?  Oh right, I forgot... he sounds just like his dad.  Looks like I'm off the hook.  Teeheehee.