House Rules

I gotta feel sorry for kids.  Especially mine.  I am a strict drill sargeant of a mother.  I let nothing slide.  All they ever get are don'ts.

Don't spit at your little brother.
Don't lick the T.V.
Don't lock me in the bathroom.
Don't throw my books in the garbage.
Don't step on the chicken.
Don't stick your fingers in the fan.
Don't climb in the fridge.
Don't put crayons on the heat vent.
Don't rub that corn dog on your ear.
Don't poke me in the eye with your popsicle.
Don't hide yogurt in your pajama drawer.
Don't throw the remote in the toilet.
Don't sit on my face.
Don't choke to death.
Don't unplug my compu