Our upstairs bathroom is torn apart. This means we've all been using the main floor bathroom. Today, I was reprimanding Olivia about standing on the toilet seat to reach her toothbrush in the cabinet.
As I am cutting her nails:
Me: How many times do I have to tell you not to stand on the toilet?
O: 81 times
Me: Yeah, so what do you think is going to happen when you stand on it and it breaks? Then what?
O: We have to go to the bathroom like dogs.
What can you say to that?!?
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2 comments:
Heeee. Funny girl!
Oh, I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair. So Olivia!!! :)
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