Joey is going through an obnoxious phase. At least I hope it's a phase. Just sassy, not listening when he's told to do something, not always being nice to his sisters, stuff like that.
At dinner tonight he started in with the obnoxiousness and I finally looked at him very sternly, after having told him to stop a number of times, and said, "You're getting a little too big for your britches."
Pause.
He looked at me in all seriousness and said, "What's a britch?"
It was hard to keep a straight face with that one ;)
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2 comments:
omg, how funny! my mom still says words to me where i have to ask the same thing...but i'm from "the country", lol. poor sydney...she's going to grow up saying all sorts of odd little things...
Hey, at least it cut through the obnoxiousness (hopefully more than temporarily) and made him stop and think. What did you tell him a britch was? What is a britch? Just another word for pants?
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