Me (singing along): Ooooh-oh, if you're feeling small, and you can't draw a crowd, draw dicks on a wall. (I know, I know, but Ben Folds Five are fab, and I kind of mumble "dicks" when I sing it).
Rory: (SIGH) Mom, you're only supposed to draw on paper.
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Rory: Mom! Know what's gross??
Me: What?
Rory: Peanut butter with poop on it!
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Rory: Know what else is gross??
Me: Maybe you should tell Daddy...
Rory: A burrito with poop in it!
I'm so glad she's being exposed to other children...
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Me: (Talking to Ryan about something to do with Rory's school)
Rory: Mom! Are you talking crap about me?
Me: That's not a super nice thing to say. Where did you hear that?
Rory: Um... remember you said it to Gracie?
Well... shit.
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