Overheard in my house tonight, both in quick succession:
Get your hands out of your behind
Get your nose out of the toilet
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2 comments:
Bwahahaha!
The latter phrase was repeated to Edmund on several occasions when he was a kitten, until it became obvious that the toilet lid had to stay down. What -- ahem -- marital training on my part couldn't accomplish, necessity finally did. ;)
(Somehow it's kind of sad that the only way I can relate to all this is through our cats.)
Of course the latter was said after he had *gone* in the potty!
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