Tuesday, June 25, 2013
...then he farted and high-fived his dad. Not really.
I was in the kitchen, putting dinner together. J and D were in the living room watching cartoons on Netflix. I came out and did a little dance to the theme song of some show.
J: "NO MOM! Don't dance!"
M: "But I like to dance." ::dances more:
M: "But I like to dance." ::dances more:
J: "No mom. I don't like you dancing."
M: "You're like that preacher from Foot Loose. Lighten up kid." ::dances more::
J: "Mom, go back to da kitchen. Dis is not your room!"
Who is teaching my child to be a sexist little jerk?
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