This child looks an awfully lot like his dad:
But this conversation proves he is also so very obviously mine (or at least takes after me in the dislike of the phone department):
Me: "Can someone get the phone?These people are not strictly mine, but are still quite obviously closely related to me.
Can someone get the phone please?
Jared? Jared! Get the phone!
You got it?"
Jared: I GOT IT!
Me: "Who was it?"
Jared: (doesn't respond)
Me: "Did you ANSWER it?
My brother David: "You want to go up the stairs!?!?"
My nephew Rex: "Uh huh."
David: "In your rollerblades?"
Rex: "Uh huh."
David: "Well, you know, I didn't bring bandaids, so you'll just have to bleed all over your clothes."
I find myself saying this just a little too often:
You guys have GOT to flush the toilet! How do you expect the cats to have any fresh water?!?!?!?!In my defense, the cats actually prefer the toilet water.
And speaking of words I find coming out of my mouth, I shout this out fairly regularly as my kids or preschool kids whiz past on various wheeled forms of transportation (rollerblades, tricycles):
STAY IN CONTROL PLEASE!