Today at work I spent an unprofessional amount of time teaching the three year olds to say 'Party on Wayne, Party on Garth' to each other. I found it more entertaining than someone with a university degree should probably admit. Oh whatever, maturity doesn't come with degrees. Sometimes when I finish work, after having to be the mature one all day, I just want to throw a tanty, stamp my foot and scream 'NO!'
Te: Sorry, I'm not going to respond to being asked like that.
Child: I want more, TE!
Te: 'I want more cheese, Te'....what?
Child: PLEASE! MORE CHEESE PLEASE. PLEASE MORE CHEESE!
Same child a bit later..
Te: Don't tap me there, it hurts
Child: (attempts to pull my top down from the neck) let me see..boobies!
Te: No, no boobie sighting for you