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Top 10 Most Overused Sayings (at our house)

  1. "It wasn't me, honestly."
  2. "If you don't finish your homework now then I swear to you I'm going to have a major mummy meltdown!"
  3. "You can't tell me off! I'm your beautiful darling child!"
  4. "Why is the house such a mess? What do you do all day anyway?"
  5. "I'm h-u-n-g-r-y..."
  6. "GO TO BED AND STAY THERE!"
  7. "How many times do I have to tell you? Use your knife and fork! You're not a savage!"
  8. "Eugh... I don't like [insert dinner items here]. Why can't we eat nice food like other children?"
  9. "I'm leaving home so I can find a new mummy who's nice to me. You're the meanest mummy ever."
  10. "Where's the s*dding corkscrew?"

Comments

Lucy said…
I can relate to almost all of this especially the corkscrew.
8:06 pm
Springgirl said…
we could add:
"I'm finished!"

"Time to [insert - eat, wake up, brush teeth, stop fighting, tidy up, sleep]"

"I'm telling you off!" (This should actually read "telling on you", but this generation just doesn't get it...).
1:18 am
Kate B. said…
There are also some other choice phrases that I couldn't possibly publish here due to crass nature/ potty mouth word content.... sure you can all relate to that at times, fellow mummies!
12:48 pm
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