Thursday, February 27, 2014

Why my Kids are like Dogs


When a random person or even a person that is close to you, tries to sympathize with you by comparing your kid to their dog, the normal reaction is to cringe at the ignorance of said person.  How can your beautiful baby angel that has little fingers and little toes and has had life breathed into them by the creator of the Universe be compared to your butt licking "Spot"?  I don't care how much you baby that thing! ...  That would be an expected reaction.

Alas, this reaction is imbecilic because anyone with a toddler realizes how accurate the two comparisons actually are.   One of my girl friends (who happens to already have three kids) just adopted a puppy... I feel bad for her.  

Because now, she has four kids.  Three older children and a toddler.  A perpetual toddler at that!  I'm not saying I don't love dogs!  No, dogs are awesome!  Especially when they are some one else's.  Lets just say that I don't want to have to pick up any extra poop then I already doo doo .  (See what I did there?)

But the real reason I can't have a dog is because I already have three.  Yes, my precious baby angels are about as close to dogs as you can get only you can send a dog to obedience school.  My kids are screwed.

Here is a short list of why my kids are like your dog.

Things you might have said as a dog owner/ parent of a toddler:

1.  Get your nose out of my butt
2.  Stop licking my feet
3.  Get out of the garbage!
4.  Get your head out of the toilet.
5.  Stop licking the glass.
6.  NO BITING
7.  Get that out of your mouth!
8.  Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!
9.  Good boy!!
10.  How did you get into the pantry?!
11.  DOWN!
12.  Don't pee in the house!
13.  Don't pee on the wall!
14.  Who pooped in here?!
15.  You need to come when I call you!

Sure, you may not have had to say all of these, like #10 or #5 and hopefully I'm not the only one to have to say #1.  But then there is a good chance that you don't have a dog... or a child... 

Yet... Good luck with that.

Antenella

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