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The Schmidt House rules according to JG

This morning JG snuggled in bed with me and listed off the rules of our household as he understands them:
  1. No throwing pillows
  2. No throwing pillows at lamps
  3. No throwing pillows at glass mostly water glasses
  4. No hitting your friends or sisters with hockey sticks, bats, dowels, kitchen things (utensils) or pillows
  5. You must keep your clothes on at all times unless you are in the shower because no one wants to see your underware - that would be way barassing (embarassing)
  6. Do not pour Tang in the refrigerator
  7. Frush (flush) the toy-it (toliet)
  8. No frushing toys or toothbrushes in the toy-it
  9. Tell mommy when I go outside in front, but I not go when mommy is in the shower cause she gets mad and she is wet
  10. Do not give the dog a bath with the hose and hand soap
  11. No drinking beard (beer) cause you can get sick

I honestly do not know where Rule #11 came from. I asked JG who told him that and he said he just found it out in his head. Let's hope that little voice in his head speaks to little man REALLY, REALLY loud when he is in college.

Comments

Karen said…
Whoa. Lots of pillow issues at your house! At mine, you could replace "pillow" in each line with "Molly's tennis ball." As in: No bouncing Molly's tennis ball in the kitchen when we have guests over and Mom has just put pizza sauce on two homemade pizza crusts, because there is NO WAY to salvage them once the dog-slobber ball has bounced its way through BOTH, with the dinner guests looking on in horror.

And as far as college goes: no comment. :-)

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