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[estepheia]

Wanna buy two littled girls aged 3 and 6?

Comments

Why?

[blondegirlchris.livejournal.com]

Don't wanna buy, but why do you want to sell?

Re: Why?

[estepheia.livejournal.com]

Howling, wailing, crying - over totally insignificant stuff. Being untidy. Noisy. And not doing what they are told.

I'm exhausted.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wanna trade the 6 year old for a 2 1/2 year old boy? Still in diapers... c'mon, you know you wanna.

[carolyn-claire.livejournal.com]

Now, boys you can just put in a big dog run with a few trucks, and then you're fine. ::snicker::

[estepheia.livejournal.com]

Um, not really. Sorry.

[carolyn-claire.livejournal.com]

Want to rent them out, cheap? Then I can have something to point to when my two teenaged girls are acting like 3 and 6 year olds and say, "There! THAT'S what you're like!" *eg*

[caille.livejournal.com]

Ooh, send 'em to me! We'll run around, put on makeup, look at all the wildflowers, bake things, have sequential hissy fits...and in two weeks, after you've rested (except for having written a whole novel), I'll ship them back. Tears and laughter and lots of yummy hugs. Possibly a promise from your girls: "Mommy, mommy! We'll be good! Please don't send us back to That Lady. She's nice, but mom, she's weird!"

[estepheia.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. What a wonderful dream. I'd truly love to. They would love that too. They are trusting and sociable little creatures, nice to everybody but their Mom. Well, actually they are often nice to me too...

:-)

Oh, and all our friends are weird. They wouldn't notice.

[firehorse.livejournal.com]

No, but I'll trade-I've got two boys, 10 and 12. A change is as good as a rest, they say.

[carolyn-claire.livejournal.com]

I have huge respect for moms of two or more boys, especially when they're close together in age. I've never seen a household like that that wasn't utter chaos. I salute you. *g* ::saluting::

[lordshiva.livejournal.com]

My son is eighteen. There are other problems. But on the upside... he's generally not whining, crying, screaming, fighting, lying, running around with sharp objects that I have no idea wear he got them, making guns out of Duplo-lego because I won't buy him any toy guns, bending Barbie in half and turning *her* into a gun (you hold her aroungd the torso boob part and the bullets shoot out of her legs apparently), laughing hysterically at fart jokes ...sigh...

I miss the little bugger:-)