Deze ouders moesten even héél diep ademhalen, en weer doorgaan
‘Waarom ik???’ vroegen deze ouders zich misschien wel af. Want het leven als ouder gaat gewoon niet altijd over rozen, totaal niet zelfs. Gelukkig brengt het daarnaast wel de meest komische, hartverwarmende en liefdevolle situaties met zich mee. Maar de tweets hier onder geven eerder de andere kant van de medaille weer…
8yo: Mom, will you put ketchup on my hotdog?
Me: You’re old enough to do it yourself.
8yo: pic.twitter.com/WfXA9pepJX
— Jessie (@mommajessiec) November 5, 2018
https://twitter.com/UnfilteredMama/status/1059991476271075328?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.buzzfeed.com%2Ffarrahpenn%2Fparents-who-just-took-a-long-deep-sigh-and-said-why-me
Me: Can you go tell your brother that dinner is ready?
Son: *standing one inch from my ear* DINNER IS READY!
— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) September 30, 2018
me: i love you
son: i love popsicles— Henpecked Hal (@HenpeckedHal) November 12, 2018
Me [walking into bathroom]: GET IN HERE.
Son: Why?
Me: There is pee everywhere. How do you do this? Clean this up.
Son: Ok.[2 mins later]
Son: Where's the plunger?
Me: Why?
Son: [pointing at 15 paper towels he tried to flush]
Me: From now on you have to pee outside.— Rodney Lacroix (@RodLacroix) October 17, 2018
You could make dinner for a toddler, or you could just cut out the middle man & throw away a plate of food and squirt ketchup on the dog.
— Simon Holland (@simoncholland) September 12, 2014
Me: I’m only going to ask you to clean this mess up ONE more time.
6-year-old: That’s good. I was tired of hearing you ask.
— Mommy Owl (@Mommy__Owl) October 6, 2018
Me, at dinner: “Who wants another helping?”
7y.o, *whispers*: “None of this dinner is helping me.”
— Stephanie Ortiz (@Six_Pack_Mom) November 8, 2018
8: I wish you could homeschool me
Me: Aww, how sweet, you’d really want me to be your teach-
8: That way like instead of doing work, I could just play baseball in the backyard and you could clean and stuff.
Me: Ah look, the bus.
— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) October 22, 2018
So glad my kids have the day off tomorrow because I really miss hearing arguing between the hours of 8am to 3pm.
— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) November 12, 2018
Me: “You guys treat me like I’m some waitress.”
Son, whispering to daughter: “Well, there goes her tip.”
— Jessie (@mommajessiec) February 26, 2018
me: you got your sense of humor from me *dad laugh*
daughter: you probably should’ve kept some of it for yourself
me: *dad silence*
— whale (@prestovision) November 11, 2018
I was playing outside with my kids and I tried to jump over something because I forgot I’m 40 anyways who wants to sign my cast?
— Dad and Buried (@DadandBuried) November 11, 2018
I’m not saying one of my kids is “more difficult” than the others, but so far my oldest wants a remote control car for Christmas, the youngest wants a stuffed unicorn, and the middle one has requested a dinosaur egg so he can raise and train his own velociraptor from birth.
— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) October 28, 2018
6yo: I need to fart
Me: No, we're eating
6yo: Ok, I'll just hold it in with my hand
*Farts
6yo: It didn't work— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) January 20, 2016
I’m not saying one of my kids is “more difficult” than the others, but so far my oldest wants a remote control car for Christmas, the youngest wants a stuffed unicorn, and the middle one has requested a dinosaur egg so he can raise and train his own velociraptor from birth.
— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) October 28, 2018
2am. Wake up to 3 standing next to my bed.
Me: oh my God what are you doing?
3: You said last night I could have chocolate.
Me: Ok…
3: But you didn't give me my chocolate.
Me: Ok…
3: So now I want my chocolate.
Me: Any chance we'll sleep tonight without the chocolate?
3: No— The Salty Mamas (@saltymamas) November 10, 2018
me *brings toddler his popsicle* What do you say?
toddler: Finally— Josh (@iwearaonesie) October 31, 2018
me *brings toddler his popsicle* What do you say?
toddler: Finally— Josh (@iwearaonesie) October 31, 2018
TODDLER: *spitting out mouthful of grapes and scrambled eggs he's been chewing for five minutes* MINE! Don't eat it!
ME: We're good.— Henpecked Hal (@HenpeckedHal) November 8, 2018
I’m not saying one of my kids is “more difficult” than the others, but so far my oldest wants a remote control car for Christmas, the youngest wants a stuffed unicorn, and the middle one has requested a dinosaur egg so he can raise and train his own velociraptor from birth.
— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) October 28, 2018
I was playing outside with my kids and I tried to jump over something because I forgot I’m 40 anyways who wants to sign my cast?
— Dad and Buried (@DadandBuried) November 11, 2018
Me: “You guys treat me like I’m some waitress.”
Son, whispering to daughter: “Well, there goes her tip.”
— Jessie (@mommajessiec) February 26, 2018
Just caught my 9yo forging my signature on a school paper. He’s going to be a blast as a teenager.
— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) October 24, 2018
Pumpkin patches, so you can pay $50 for kids activities like “here, pet this goat” and “chip your tooth in this overcrowded bouncy house.”
— Ramblin Mama (@ramblinma) October 19, 2018
Me: I’m only going to ask you to clean this mess up ONE more time.
6-year-old: That’s good. I was tired of hearing you ask.
— Mommy Owl (@Mommy__Owl) October 6, 2018
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