I have been known to say stuff like "I don't have any cheese to go with your whine" and other sage parental commentary that demonstrates my being a slacker mom. I prefer to make use of common sense and the kind of wisdom handed down to me by my parents. However, I have developed a bent full of snark. Subsequently, it has been imparted on my children. This was heard mere seconds before I started this blog entry.
Clone: (incoherent whining) I didn't hear exactly what she said because I was reading a real estate listing with much interest.
Beast: "I don't speak whinese"
Oldest(directed at Beast): "I don't speak dorkese either"
That was then followed with an unpleasant interaction with the oldest wanting certain food that was intended for family DINNERS and not his singular lunch today. That whole concept of "greater good" is lost on him apparently. There are methods to my madness (dimmitalltohale I want my OWN HOUSE!), but till he gets his head unfogged and out of the unsunny location, he will not fully understand them. Till then, I guess I am just selfish, paranoid, and rediculous.