Monday, May 9, 2011

LP's Mother's Day poem

"My mom is wonderful! She is 9 feet tall, weighs 202 pounds and is 29 years old. She is as pretty as a roseberry. When my mom was little, she used to giggle. Now her favorite thing to do is work (dance). What really makes my mom happy is my laugh. I know she loves me when she kisses me. I show her I love her by kissing her. My favorite food my mom makes for me is hambergers. Her favorite food is saled. What I love to do with my mom is hug her. I wouldn't trade my mom for 1000000$! Love, Layla- Your sweat daughter :)"

The other two proceeded to call their father specifically to tell them I was a bad mommy for putting soap in their mouth and making them make :insert fish face here: and then washing it out with water. After various other attempts to rid the ugly words, I did indeed, wash their mouths out with soap. It's all they have talked about for four days now, but not an ugly word has been uttered....

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