Just a sampling of the things said in the mornings around our house:
Get dressed! Now.
You’re not dressed yet?
What are you doing?!?
Leave your brother alone.
Go potty. On the potty.
Get off the dog.
No, you can’t have candy for breakfast. Or cookie dough.
Get that bead out of your nose.
I changed my mind! I don’t want that!
No toys at the table.
Uh-ohhhhhh….
Get off the floor and eat!
Mom, I’m mad at you! [Always said with arms crossed in front and furrowed brows.]
Stop spitting. And screaming. And hitting.
I want the blue cup.
If you’re finished go out of the kitchen.
[loudly] ha-na, dul, set, net, da-sul, yuh-seot, il-gop, yuh-deol, ah-hop, yeol*
Mom! He hit me!
Get off of your brother and go find your shoes!
Come back and finish your juice.
We have to leave. Now. RIGHT now.
Take the clip off your nose and put your shoes on.
I’m not going.
So… anyone want to come for breakfast tomorrow?
*Bonus points if you can translate.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Maddog // May 14, 2009 at 1:27 pm
I think that’s part the Navaho translation of Hamlet. Let’s see… “Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy…” I’m impressed! When did you have time to teach your kids Shakespeare in an Amerind language?
2 Gwen // May 14, 2009 at 8:44 pm
He’s saying, “Mom, why don’t you just relax? I’ll bring you a beer while my siblings clean the house!”
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