By Heather O.
1) I say, “Hey, why don’t you do (insert any number of incredibly fun and entertaining events here)?”
*sigh* “I don’t feel like it.”
2) “ 3+7 is NOT 10, and there are 14 days in a week and (insert any very simple or obvious problem here). You’re WRONG, Mom.”
3) “Oopsies. I accidentally forgot to put my shoes on/put my clothes away/eat my breakfast/chew my hot dog.” (Yes, he really said that once after he gagged on a hot dog. Seriously, who ’forgets’ to chew his food?)
4)After 10pm: “MAHHHHHHHHHMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!” When I go rushing in because I think my child is being abducted by THE MAN, my son calmly hands me his empty sippy cup and says, “I’m thirsty. Get me a drink.”
5) Not after 10pm: “I’m thirsty. Get me a drink.”
6) When asked to clean his room/pick up his clothes, “By mySELF?”
7) When handed a plate of food for dinner, “This is what we’re having for dinner? That’s IT?”
8)”I’m bored. Can I get a new toy/bike/Wii/Playstation/trampoline/swingset? Jordan/Nate/Lacy/Cameron has one.”
9) When asked to come to dinner/get in the car/get ready for church/get ready for swimming, he says, “Right after I finish this game/episode/movie.”
10) “Mommy, you’re still kinda big from having my baby sister. Just your tummy, though.”
All of this makes my kid sound like a brat. He’s not. We’ve just had a really long week. He’s currently pouting in his room because in the car on the way home from swim practice, he realized that he was still far from achieving the coveted “golden Library card”, which is what the library is offering as a reward for participating in their reading program. I had the audacity to suggest that maybe he could spend some time reading today, which would get him closer to his goal. He threw down his stuff when we got home, sighed a big annoying sigh, and said, “I don’t feel like it”. I told him to go change out of his swim clothes, and to think about his attitude because I was tired of the brat voice. He stomped upstairs and shut the door to his room, and I haven’t seen him since.
bang bang bang
Don’t worry. That’s the sound of MY head banging against the wall. Not his.
What choice phrases do your kids give you?
“WHY are you so mean? You never let me do anything fun!”
The silent eye roll
“This is the worst day of my life!!!”
Yes, my son is a drama-king.
Comment #1 by mellocelloJuly 24th, 2008 at 7:55 am“I NEVER get to [do any number of things we let her do every day everyday]”
[ignores me when I tell her to leave her sister alone]
“Daddy, wipe my bottom.”
“Daddy, do you have a baby in your tummy?”
Comment #2 by Matt W.July 24th, 2008 at 8:16 amLately, when my 5 year old isn’t allowed to do/eat exactly what he wants, he puts on his “mean face” and says:
“You’re not being very nice!” OR “I don’t like you!” OR “You’re NOT my friend anymore, Mommy!”
This summer I’ve also experienced Heather’s examples 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, and 9. Grrrr.
Comment #3 by berzerkcarrottopJuly 24th, 2008 at 8:17 amMy six-year-old says “You forgot to give me a drink!” often while I’m busy making dinner/taking a shower/exercising/folding laundry, etc and I’ve already asked him to wait a minute while I wipe my hands/take a break/dry off/etc. I didn’t FORGET…I am simply trying to get to it mid-activity! I HATE that.
Comment #4 by KamiJuly 24th, 2008 at 8:40 amWhen my youngest, Elijah, was small, in addition to having regular imaginary friends (who just happened to also be named Elijah), he had an Imaginary Dad. His Imaginary Dad drove his Real Dad nuts.
He called him his New Dad. If my husband told Elijah he couldn’t do something, “Well, my New Dad lets me do whatever I want!”
It’s hard to compete with an Imaginary Dad. Especially when he’s taller than 100 buildings, lives in Tokyo, and is a robot. A robot whose parts know how to put themselves back together if anyone, like say, a Real Dad, should ever try to take it apart.
Comment #5 by Susan MJuly 24th, 2008 at 8:47 amMy favorites are when they throw my mistakes back at me. (Of which there are any number they can choose from)
Another is upon asking my now 18 year if I need to still wait up or will he knock on the door to let me know he’s home safe like I’ve asked (for my peace of mind)?
Response #1 “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
Me: “I’m already awake.”
Response #2 “I didn’t want to wake Dad up.”
Me: “He won’t wake up, trust me.”
Response #3 “What are you going to do when I move out of the house? How will you find peace of mind then?”
Me: “I’ll have to find a way to cope.”
Comment #6 by MommomJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:07 amJust about every day of every year of my now-13-year old’s life:
Comment #7 by merrybitsJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:13 am“I don’t want to.”
Yesterday, #2 got in trouble for stepping on her cousin (he’s 8 months old) and not caring. It wasn’t the accidental stepping that got her into trouble –it was the not caring.
As she sat on the park bench, crying her eyes out because I wouldn’t let her play until she apologized, she yelled “I’m so tired of doing what Mom tells me I have to do!”
The best thing she does, though (and yes, this only applies to #2; she’s full of verbal surprises) is this:
#2: Drink!
me: What?
#2: Drink!
me: Would you like a drink?
#2: Drink!
It would be funny if she was, say, 2 years old. But she’s not. She’s FIVE.
Comment #8 by cherylJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:16 am*sigh
My two year old is constantly telling us what to do and it drives my husband crazy. He’s not asking you to do something… he’s telling you.
Daddy take shoes off.
Mommy put “baby brother” down.
Do this, do that… I guess it’s time he learned the missionary phrase “will you…?”
Comment #9 by Honey MommyJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:40 am“I’m bored!”
“Why isn’t (insert sibbling’s name) doing it, too?”
“Why do I have so many jobs?” (they have to make beds, clean room and one other small thing)
“Is THAT what we’re having for dinner?”
“You’re the meanest mom on the planet!”
“Why can’t we have $200 each for our new school clothes like them?”
“Mom! (sibbling’s name) has been on the computer for like, 10 hours!”
“I’m hungry!” (15 minutes after lunch)
“Why can’t I have another popcicle?” (after downing 4 of them)
“I don’t want to go to church! We went last week!”
“Can’t I bring just 4 matchbox cars and my colorbook and my pokemon card notebook and my lego house and my blankie to church?”
“Why are Sundays so boring?”
“Why do you and Dad go out all the time?”
FYI: school starts in 10 days, 23 hours and 13 minutes.
Comment #10 by KrisJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:45 am“Moooo-ooooom, you’re eating at the computer.”
I think for me, it’s the tone of entitlement that makes me cringe when I hear it from my kids. I won’t stand for it- and yet it keeps popping up. No, you are not entitled to get a new Bionicle. No, you are not at a restaurant and you may not order whatever you want for dinner. No, you are not entitled to be entertained every second of every day. Sheesh.
Sometimes I really wish it was safe to just send them out to play in the neighborhood, like when I was little. As it is, there are no other kids on our street. Sad.
Comment #11 by Tracy MJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:47 amHere’s my favorite:
7 yr old Son: You’re not the boss of me (or any variant of the phrase)
Comment #12 by NikabeeJuly 24th, 2008 at 9:49 amMe: Actually, yes I am. That’s my job.
Son: Who gave you the AUTHORITY to be the boss me?
Me: That would have to be Heavenly Father. Don’t like it? Take it up with Him. lol
Susan M, the New Dad cracks me up. Has your kid by any chance been watching “The Iron Giant”? If not, don’t let him see it anytime soon!
Comment #13 by dangermomJuly 24th, 2008 at 10:22 amSon #1: I just want what I want when I want it. (said in response to parental requests, to denial of his requests, just about anything)
Comment #14 by angie fJuly 24th, 2008 at 10:22 amSon #2: Will you stop making disgusting food and make what I like? (said in a sobbing, you are trying to torture me voice as I offer him exactly what he enjoyed eating just last week)
Every Sunday when I go in at 7:45 a.m. to get my 17-year old son up for church I hear either:
“I have a migraine.”
or
“I didn’t sleep at all last night. I’m not going.”
What do the rest of you do when your teenager won’t go to church? I don’t know whether to force him by threatening grounding, etc., or just tell him that Heavenly Father wants him there, but it’s his choice? Thoughts???
And merrybits- ditto. I have that same 13-year old. uggh!
Comment #15 by JulieJuly 24th, 2008 at 10:23 amFrom a friend, whose 5-year-old son met her at the bathroom door carefully holding his underwear away from him:
“Mom, I had a juicy toot.”
My just-turned-six daughter:
“Dad, you’re so exasperating!”
My twenty-year-old, back from college and not used to his little sisters anymore:
Just about anything he says to our six-year-old daughter.
Comment #16 by RayJuly 24th, 2008 at 10:36 amThese are hilarious. Sadly hilarious, that is, because I know the pain. Somehow throughout the last 5 years, my girls have almost completely stopped the whining and nagging but it used to be pretty grating:
“I want chocolate milk NOW, Daddy!!!” (Whiny voice with a very angry look on her face)
“I don’t WANT to wait, I want it NNNOOOWWW!!!!” (Yelling at the top of her then-four-year-old lungs)
“NO!!” (Said when asked to come inside /pick up her mess / etc.)
“Open the @#$%^&* door!!!” (This was unfortunately a repeated phrase from a kid down the way - she never played with said kid again, needless to say, and, she got her first - and last - soap mouthwash!)
Now we just get a lot of the, “I’mmm booorrreeed…..” stuff ’cause it’s summer. Thank goodness that we have a pool and lots of friends to play with nearby. (I feel for you on the not having any nearby neighborhood kids, Tracy M. - Ouch!)
Comment #17 by MaddisonJuly 24th, 2008 at 10:48 amWe are having an unusually wet and cold summer. (One day it reached 70, now we are at highs of “nearly 60″.) This is the usual interaction first thing in the morning.
Son: I’m cold.
Me: Put on more clothes.
Son: Build me a fire.
Me: Go get wood.
Son: But, I’m cold.
Me: No wood, no fire.
Son: Yells to sister “__________ go get wood”
Sister: I’m not cold, do it yourself.
(25 minutes later)
Son: Please, build me a fire.
Me: We don’t have time for a fire, because we need to leave in 1.5 hours. Eat your porridge, it’ll warm you up.
Son: I want cold cereal.
Having adopted a child who was physically abused by her first mother, I don’t get the “you’re the MEANEST mother in the world”.
We are consistent that parents have three jobs: 1) keep their children safe, 2) teach them right from wrong, and 3) love them forever, and in that order. The endless “why do I have to ________” are just lumped under 1 and 2 and we can say we’re just doing our job.
We live rurally and don’t have a fence yet, so for the first three weeks of spring/summer we get this:
Child: I want to play outside.
Me: Stay on the porches or near the door.
Child: I want to go (insert play area away from the house).
Me: No, the bears are out and hungry and one ate Mr. Woods’ goat last week.
Child: The dog will save me.
Me: The dog is not big enough.
Child: The dog can bark and you can go get Daddy’s gun and shoot the bear if it tries to eat me.
Me: What if I miss and shoot you instead?
Child: I think I’ll stay on the porch for awhile, can we go to the library later?
A local man just published a book about the insects that live in our area. I forked over the $20 at the book signing the first day it was out. No more, “Mommy, what kind of bug is this?” I just point to the book.
Do I have to wear a tie?
Why do I have to wear socks?
Where makes poop?
I can’t find any underwear?
Do we have to ride our bikes to town? It’s soooo far!
Why can’t I have a TV in my room? (Hello, we don’t even have TV!)
Why do I have to learn the times tables?
The most recent, last night at dinner:
Comment #18 by JuneBugJuly 24th, 2008 at 10:52 amSon: make sure you enter this contest so we can win a million dollars.
Me: the entries have closed, and how do you think your life would be any different?
Son: I could play all day.
Dad: You’d still have chores and do work.
Son: Chores?
Me: Yes. Clean your room, dishes, the bathroom etc…
Son: Mom, we’d be rich. Get a maid!
Me: Son, we don’t need a maid. We have kids.
Dad: Yeah. Our parents made us work, so we had kids to do our work.
Son: Oh.
Phrases like “I don’t want to,” make me jump up and down with joy. (Really, any phrase does, most especially ones that don’t get uttered very often.) Thanks for the reminder that some day I might look back and wish my kids couldn’t talk again
Oh, and #10 made me laugh. About a month after I had DS #3 I went back to church and one of the girls in our primary class (6-7yo) patted my tummy and said, “It looks like you have another baby in there.” Thanks, kid.
Comment #19 by VadaJuly 24th, 2008 at 11:12 amSchool is just not starting soon enough.
Mom, your so mean, I want to go live at Aunt Mary’s house she’ nicer to me than YOU!!!
Mom, you know, I have the smallest room, and well, I could go live at Aunt Mary’s house cause she has room for me.
Mom, your fat
Mom, you know you really need to lose some weight (this is from my 6 year old, nice eh)
Comment #20 by SarahJuly 24th, 2008 at 11:37 amI have heard all of these lately! We’re in the middle of a move and all stressed out, so my almost five-year-old is having a hard time. Lately it’s mostly just screaming because she and her cousin (who is 2 1/2) fight all the time! And she keeps telling him “you’re mean” “you’re the meanest in the world!” And then I cringe as my SIL decides I have a brat for a kid…
Comment #21 by FoxyJJuly 24th, 2008 at 12:05 pm“You’re rude” Anytime I say no to anything.
“You can’t stop me.” oh yes I can.
“Leave me alone” yelled from the bedroom she’s been sent to. Umm, that was the idea.
Comment #22 by Alison WonderlandJuly 24th, 2008 at 12:49 pmAbout the only things my son says right now are “ugoo” “aehh” and “pbbt” (blowing bubbles, not raspberries). That and crying. And grumming (grunty humming). It’s all very cute, except the crying, especially not the screaming sobs when we’re in the car going somewhere and he’s upset for some reason and stares at me, refusing to blink, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks, frowning and sobbing as if I have committed the worst betrayal in the world by leaving him in there after he let me know he was upset.
Comment #23 by kaduseyJuly 24th, 2008 at 12:52 pmMy kids are teenagers now and the one phrase I get from my oldest son that drives me insane is:
“In a minute.”
An hour later and he still hasn’t done what I asked. (Of course, he learned that from me.)
Someone above asked about teenagers not wanting to go to church. Usually if they want out of going I make a deal. They can stay home that day but they have to __________. Sometimes it’s go on the upcoming youth trip or go to Young Men’s activities for a month straight or not miss church again all summer or get to sleep on time or whatever I feel like is a good bargain.
By not making a big deal out of them skipping occasionally I think it makes them more willing to go the next Sunday. And I can usually get them to do something they normally would balk at (youth activities or whatever).
Comment #24 by Susan MJuly 24th, 2008 at 1:00 pmSusan, that’s what I do, too. Every family dynamic is different, but I’ve witnessed parents using the hard line approach - church every single Sunday forever even while on vacation- and sometimes badly backfires. Everyone (young and old) likes a bit of choice and flexibility. Because school week completely exhausts my daughter, there are some Sundays (sometimes up to two a month) that we just don’t go because she needs the serious downtime.
Comment #25 by merrybitsJuly 24th, 2008 at 1:34 pm“But why, Mom?”
Comment #26 by flip flop mamaJuly 24th, 2008 at 1:54 pm“I don’t want to”
“After I finish this.”
Heather, your descriptions of your son sound exactly like what I hear in my house on a daily basis.
Here’s one of my favorites:
Ds (lounging on the couch watching TV): Mom, get me a drink!
Me (slaving away over dinner, laundry, mopping the floor, picking up toys, etc.): You’ll have to get yourself a drink. Mommy’s busy right now.
Ds: MOM, GET ME A DRINK!
Me: You are six years old, you have two arms and two legs, you know where the cups are–you can go get yourself a drink.
Ds: Well, you’re closer!
Comment #27 by eljeeJuly 24th, 2008 at 3:13 pmAt one point there was a great deal of contention in the home over attendance at church things. Mostly just getting there, but our oldest was wanting to make some choices. In fact in one of the more heated exchanges he tossed at us that the reason he attended was because we made him.
Dh and I thought about it and gave our boys the choice at that point. We made it clear it was where we knew they needed to be, and if the chose to not go we would miss them, but it was their choice. (They didn’t believe us at first either.)
It didn’t eleminate every argument and it’s certainly not that cut and dry - I like to be there early - but they haven’t missed any Sundays and they have missed less than a handful of activities. I’m glad we gave them the choice though it was scary at the time. It’s not the path I ever thought I’d take with any of my children.
Ok… back to the regular scheduled topic….
Comment #28 by MommomJuly 24th, 2008 at 3:14 pm“Daddy, do you have a baby in your tummy?”
Har!
Comment #29 by Jacob JJuly 24th, 2008 at 3:16 pm>In fact in one of the more heated exchanges he tossed at us
>that the reason he attended was because we made him.
This seemed to work since they are still active at 22 and 27, though we were somewhat anxiety-ridden at the time. When ours were teenagers, our official parental position was that church on Sunday and seminary were nonnegotiable, in exchange, everything else was. Mutual, camp, youth conferences, dances, activities, firesides and every other church activity was totally up to them. They went to many things that they didn’t have to, but it was clearly their choice and the parents didn’t sulk if the kids didn’t go or didn’t want to go. We stuck by our end of the deal.
I believe in the vaccination theory of rebellion–if you give them a little room to rebel, they’ll never catch a full case of the disease. That’s why I guess we have two active adult daughters who have strong testimonies of and loyalty to the church, one with multiple ear piercings and one with a couple of small discreet tattoos.
That’s a bargain I’d make again any day.
There are lots of ways to skin this cat, and they are all a little scary. Choice is like that, I guess.
Comment #30 by Jim DonaldsonJuly 24th, 2008 at 4:23 pm10yr old daughter: Mom, can I play guitar hero?
Me: Not right now. I want quiet in the house for a few minutes. Why don’t you color with lil sister til dinner’s ready or read a book?
10yr old daughter: “Man, you NEVER let me do ANYTHING!” *stomps feet while walking away*
Me: Well since I never let you do anything how about you go clean up your room and get your clothes out of the bathroom?
10yr old daughter: “Where are the crayons?”
Comment #31 by EsmeraldaJuly 24th, 2008 at 5:48 pm“This is my worst day ever,” although I haven’t heard that one in a while. The younger one says that when she doesn’t get her way.
Comment #32 by TrixieJuly 24th, 2008 at 5:54 pmWe have the “I’m Bored” going on as well, can’t wait until school starts!
Who forgets to chew her food? Bevin?
Comment #33 by SusanSJuly 24th, 2008 at 6:00 pmI read an article in the Ensign once where it told about a mom getting into the bed with her teenaged son, when he was refusing to get up and go. She said she was too tired to go too…move over, she was getting in with him and they’d both go back to sleep.lol I think it convinced him to get up and go!lol
I had a few weeks this summer when I thought my son had a big case of fake-itis. Turns out he really was sick…he had mono!
Comment #34 by BJuly 24th, 2008 at 6:11 pmAs heard from my 2 (yes, my two year old), “Mom, you ruined my life!” How in the heck did I ruin a 2-year-old’s life?
As heard from my 14-year-old, “Gosh! That is so stupid!” Stomp, stomp, stomp (as he pounds down the stairs to his bedroom).
As heard from my 9-year-old or 11-year-old, “Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it……..” You get the picture.
Comment #35 by CamilleJuly 24th, 2008 at 8:22 pmME to Seth (7)”Would you like ice cream for dessert?”
Seth to me ” Yes please”
Give ice cream to Seth
Daddy to Seth
“Thankyou mommy!”
Me to Seth ” Seth?!?”
Seth to whoever cares
“Oh, it’s OK I had my servant say it for me” ( nodding his head towards daddy.
HE also says that he doesn’t need to go to church because he can look up whatever he needs to know online.
Told me that he really only needs daddy and that if that made me sad I should rethink my insistance that he only ever tell the truth.
Comment #36 by HelenJuly 25th, 2008 at 1:08 amHe is 7, I dare not think about 10 years time.
My four year old says “why” so much that she has my 2 year old trained to say “why…because. why…because”.
Comment #37 by NancyJuly 25th, 2008 at 4:54 am16 year old daughter standing in the middle of her room with clothes all over the floor, spilling out of the closet and dresser and shoes in every imaginable place:
Comment #38 by CindyJuly 25th, 2008 at 5:42 am“Can we go shopping? I have nothing to wear!!!”
If only!!!
Before this post, I was looking forward to my oldest learning how to talk . . .
Comment #39 by MelindaJuly 25th, 2008 at 11:51 amPhone call from 18-year-old at 12:30 a.m.: “My car battery is dead.”
Comment #40 by jbnJuly 25th, 2008 at 12:09 pmBash you son’s head against the wall? Wow, there’s a lot of scary people on the blog. Even said in jest, that’s very bad.
Comment #41 by larryJuly 25th, 2008 at 1:11 pmLarrrryy!! SHHHH! I SAID don’t tell anybody!
Clearly, you’re a newbie here. We ARE scary here. Very, very, very scary. Sometimes? We even admit our children drive us nuts. Sometimes? We want to run and hide from them. Sometimes? We pull the covers over our heads so we don’t hear them crying in their cribs. SOMETIMES…we even leave them with their FATHERS and VENTURE FORTH FROM THE HOUSE so we can get a break from the constant demands of motherhood. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Comment #42 by Heather O.July 25th, 2008 at 2:04 pma…ok…a…sure. a…don’t hurt me, k?
Comment #43 by larryJuly 25th, 2008 at 2:15 pm“You’re ruining my life!!!!” It’s a classic.
Comment #44 by JamiJuly 25th, 2008 at 3:20 pm4 year old: “I have nothing to dooooo”
Comment #45 by CA BethJuly 26th, 2008 at 1:45 pmI started to write a long description of the endless dialogues we have with our 8yo daughter lately, but it was going to be almost as tedious to write as it is to live them. Here are a few of her standard phrases:
“I’m too tired! I’m too hungry!” (Whenever asked to do any chore.)
“You never make [insert name of any sibling] do this much work!”
“You get all the time on the computer and you never let me have a turn!”
“I didn’t mean to [forget to do the thing she’d been asked to do 10 times.]
“This [consequence from forgetting 10 times] is not fair! I didn’t forget on purpose!”
“You’re so mean! I hate you! I’m never going to [do anything we ask her to] ever again!” (Not sure how this would be a change from the current situation.)
“I didn’t hear you! You can’t blame me if I couldn’t hear you!”
“I was NOT whining! I do NOT sound like that! You’re being RUDE!”
And on, and on, and on. Yeah, she’s a bright, feisty, wonderful child. We *might* survive her.
Comment #46 by ZinaJuly 26th, 2008 at 9:35 pmI am so happy that I am not alone! We were on the way to the Classic Family Fun Center the other day and my children informed me that they never get what they want to do! I absolutely lost it and named everything they get to do and even threw in “we’ll turn around right now if you don’t want to go to the Fun Center” and veered off the road. Classic.
Comment #47 by NuttyAugust 3rd, 2008 at 9:12 pmMe: “That’s it, you crossed the line, time out for five minutes. On the stairs.”
Unnamed Child: “If you put me in time out I am going to pee.”
Me: “Do you need to go to the bathroom before your time out starts?”
Unnamed Child: “No, but if you are mean and put me in time out I will pee.”
Me: “If you pee while you are in time out, and you don’t get up to use the toilet, I will throw your peed clothes away and you will be grounded.”
Unnamed Child: “If you aren’t mean to me, I won’t pee.”
Me: “I think you just got grounded.”
Unnamed Child: “How, I didn’t even pee yet.”
Me: “You are not allowed to make threats to me, I am your mommy. If I tell you to go to time out, you do it. You don’t threaten to pee because you are upset about it. You went to time out for making one bad choice, peeing would be another really bad choice, but threatening me simply isn’t acceptable. If you want to pee then pee. I will throw away your clothes, and you will clean the stairs. Then next time you earn a toy you will have to buy clothes to replace the ones you lost for peeing. See how that works?
Unnamed Child: “You are really mean.”
Me: “I am going to set the timer, I will talk to you in five minutes. I hope you choose to make a good decision. Either way, I love you.”
Two minutes later…
Unnamed Child: “Hey, mom. Why am I in time out?”
Me, after giving it serious thought: “I don’t remember, but what ever it was I thought you needed a time out for it.”
Unnamed Child: “Yeah, I figured.”
One minute later…
Unnamed Child from the time out step: “Dancing queen, feel the beat on the trampoline, oh, yeah… you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life…”
Two minutes later the timer goes off and my princess returns from the stairs to do a little dance she had ‘in her head’ for me.
Comment #48 by KimberlyAugust 14th, 2008 at 7:05 am