Out of the Mouth of an Eight Year Old

Me (after a knock down, drag out fight with hubby): “Emily, who do you want to live with after I kick Daddy out the door?”

Emily: “Depends,”

Me: “On what?”

Emily: “Who makes the most money.”

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Emily: “Mom!”

Me: “What?!”

Emily: “Who ate the last two cookies?”

Me: “Well, I might have…”

Emily: “Mom, you are such a pig!”

Me: “Ouch.”

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Emily: “Mom, are you really going out with your friends tonight?”

Me: “Yes. Moms need time off once in awhile, don’t they?”

Emily: “No, they don’t.”

Me: “Yes, we do. We also dance to teenie bobber music too. Want me to show you?”

Emily: “NO! Just go…”