I am not your napkin.
I am not anyone's napkin.
I am not a napkin at all.
Get your hot dog off of my arm.
Stop blowing your nose in my sleeve.
I am not anyone's napkin.
I am not a napkin at all.
Get your hot dog off of my arm.
Stop blowing your nose in my sleeve.
13 comments:
And scraping your boogers on my thighs.
Ha ha! If you are a napkin, then I am a wad of toilet paper!
So great! My nearly 10 year old son still has to be reminded sometimes: get a napkin, please don't use my shirt.
Amen to that.
yeah, let me know how that works out for you, aye?
I am going to copy this and put on my fridge.
so, you're a napkin right?
Wonder if you could wear a sweater made of steel wool?
Omalawsy, YES! Yes. I did a fist pump here. Gah.
Ahaha! Thank you.
And while you're at it, stopping smearing ketchup on your own sleeve.
oh yeah - ain't it the truth!
This made me laugh. I don't expect any less from you. Any other mother could say something similar, but it wouldn't be said so well.
I hate being a napkin too.
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