For some reason, I have conflated the “Poopy” song above with the chant “shimmy shimmy cocoa-pop.” At this moment, running through my head, is a cacophany of children’s voices chanting “Poopy poopy coconut! Poopy poopy nut!”
I don’t know why I’m sharing this.
Unless it’s because I’m evil.
Yeah, I’m confused. At our house, snow days were good for two things only: being outside and doing chores. Usually we had to shovel the driveway first thing in the morning (long driveway, from front to almost the back property lines–took several hours). I highly recommend it. That’ll take the fight out of them!
They have gone outside to play, but they won’t stay out there for very long.
I suppose I could lock them out of the house.
Or, if you hurry, you could move…
/Grandpa Simpson/
knocking on front door
“Hello??!! Hello??!! You have my pills. I’m cold and there are wolves after me.”
/Grandpa Simpson/
Ya- my favorite is “I want you to play with me.” (repeat, repeat, repeat). This only occurs when I’m on the phone, cooking, or otherwise engaged in some boring house maintenance scutwork. I say “That’s why I got you (insert littles brother’s name here)”.
Actually, a pitiful “I want you to play with me” works. I hate to see 'em beg. Too much.
Wen I was a child, and confronted with a food item that was of lesser proportion than that given to my little sister, if I complained about such a shocking and inequitous state of affairs, I would be told by my mother, “That’s because I love her more.”* She would do the same to said sister.
We learned to stop complaining.
*She still does this, and I am almost 40.
The scary part, particlewill, is that you still do it. 
One trying day similar to dragongirls’s not only did I feel like tying junior up, I told him to shut up. Yelled it really. More strongly than was called for. I felt like the worst mother in the world so I called my mother to turn myself in. “Nah,” she said. “You’re not the worst. The worst one was on court TV. She held her daughter’s head under water in the rain barrel for a while and then stomped on her chest. It didn’t kill her right away but one of her broken ribs pierced her liver.” The story goes on but no need here. So, whenever you think you’re a bad mom just remember you didn’t hold their heads under water or stomp them to death.
When her kids get like this a friend of mine tells them, “You’d better behave or I’ll do what I did to your older brother.”
Kids: We don’t have an older brother!
Friend: Sure, not anymore.
Off I go, singing the poopy poo song. . .
dragongirl: I thought we were out of yellow food coloring.
dragonkid: <while licking snow cone> We are.
Must…not…sing…poopy…poo song!
begins to hum song
Dammit,dragongirl.
it’s all your fault.
IDBB
is glad she’s never heard the poopy-poop song
My own adorable four-year-old daughter is very talkative. It’s like she’s the host of some kiddie radio show and she has to fill up air time. I mean, I love the things she says, she has a great imagination and her vocabulary is impressive, but she just never stops! We once challenged her to stay silent for two minutes, and if she did it she’d get a sweetie. No sweeties were given out that day. Her record is thirty seconds.
I often think it would be easier if she had a sibling to play with, but given your story dragongirl, perhaps it’s good that I don’t. I could just end up with Kid Talk FM in stereo.
LMAO @ Miller!
Miller…
Whoops, meant that for Jeff B.
LOL:D
IDBB
yeah, but does she let them do it in her house?
and i am definatly gonna have to try the cleaning solution for my pre-k son. this week is spring break, and has been wet and rainy all week.
poopity poo poop poop poop poo poo daaaaay
damn it’s a catchy one
The homemade playdough oy! Tried that , once… occasionally I take a stab at trying to get it out of the tile grout…
found making togas and printing up scriptlets for the kids to practice - later perform (currently on Demosthene’s - The Oration On The Classes ) works well, that is untill they start arguing about who gets stuck in the chorus… :rolleyes:
I made homemade playdoh after reading this thread yesterday! It wasn’t that messy! The only problem was that I realised once I’d made the stuff that I have absolutely ZERO creative talent. I ended up making silly shapes like hearts and moons and I dried them in the oven and I suppose I’ll paint them someday, but I don’t know what I’ll do with them after that!
-mnemosyne, who has explored her creative side and vows never to do it again!
We played with home-made playdough today, in the kitchen with the kids sitting on the (linoleum) floor and playing with the dough on chopping boards. They made letters and snakes and sausages and then made birthday cakes and pretended to have a birthday party, while I surfed the net. It only took a minute or two to clear up afterwards. I guess it depends what kind of flooring you have, though you could always put one of those plastic play-sheets down.
But then we also baked bread today and scones yesterday and did lots of painting … Some days I’m Ma Walton, some days I’m the Mom from Malcolm in the Middle (actually, she’s my heroine!)