Maggie: (walking into living room) Whatcha doin up there?
Moxie: (sitting on back of couch) Shhh… I’m watching the front yard.
Maggie: What for? Are there sqwerlz out there?
Moxie: No, I’m looking for the cat from next door.
Maggie: Wanna Play?
Moxie: Not right now. I’m very busy.
Maggie: C’mon, let’s play.
Moxie: I said not right now.
Maggie: Got anything to chew?
Moxie: No! Now go away.
Maggie: (turns, starts walking away, hides behind couch)
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Maggie: (leaping through the air) “Superfly Snuka Off the Top Ropes!”
Moxie: (tumbling onto floor) AAIIIEEEEEEE!!!!! Get off of me you cow!
Maggie: Noogie time! Noogie! Noogie! Noogie!
Moxie: Ow! Stop it! Help Mom!
Maggie: Noogie! Noogie! Noogie!…
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This is SO my house, just replace the dogs with kids. I am, of course, left wondering when the “noogie” will be replaced by the “wedgie.” It is, after all, only a matter of time.
I’d tell you to swat them on the butt with a rolled up newspaper, like I do, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with Child Protective Services.
Ha! And that’s why my dogs aren’t allowed to watch wrestling! Anymore.
Thankfully, they haven’t seen Power Rangers yet.
Flashback to my childhood. Ohhh how I hated my brother for giving me those.
Noogies were bad, but Indian Burns were the worst.
OMG – I freaking hated those!! My bother is 4 years older. Let’s just say I was a tortured kid.
I was the tag-along in my family. My siblings were 10, 9 and 7 years older than me. The sister who was 7 years older than me never forgave me for coming along and stealing the attention, so she tormented me mercilessly.
I am an overprotective bitch. I don’t even allow my husb to tickle the kids since I consider it a form of torture… But of course, nobody ever listens to me in this house.
Sounds like they all need to team up against you.
Obviously those dogs need corsets.
I was thinking Xanax.
Your dogs have a xanax perscription? How did they manage that? I need to coach my pups.
As long as they are willing to share, I don’t ask too many questions.
ha ha ha…
Like MacDougalStreetBaby says, this is my house also, with these two kids of mine, but things seem always to get ugly…
I figure if instead of kids I should had gotten dogs…
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This actually reminds me of He Who Loves All Things Wicked and me, only replace the noogie with…….oh, nevermind, your blog is G-Rated.
I said Noogie, not Nookie!