Things I found myself saying at the park today:
“Brontë, if you would keep your shoes on, the ground would stop hurting you.”
“Bridget, we don’t chew on old pantyhose we dug out of the sandbox.”
If kids have taught me nothing else, it’s that our fear of germs is learned. They MUST be building antibodies, with all of the gross stuff they find to chew on, or else we would’ve surely gone extinct from typhus centuries ago.
On the plus side, Bridget did figure out how to work water faucets, after her indignation about me wrestling someone’s discarded pantyhose out of her mouth subsided.