Friday, January 21, 2011
So... I'm pretty sure I just officially developed my own version of... "The Scary Mom Voice." I'm not talking a scary, snaky, if-yelling-doesn't-intimidate-you-maybe-thinking-I'm-going-nuts-will voice. No, my mother owns that voice. I'm not like that... I'm talking just an ever so slightly elevated, firm, sort of tone that says, "I will TURN this car AROUND right NOW! I will do it! I will!" It comes complete with it's own empty threats, and a righteous sniff as I pretend to take their toys away. So basically I'm lame and not terribly effective. But I expect congratulations. I understand the traditional gift for events like these is some sort of birth control. Frankly I think that's redundant. But that's just me.