I finally did it...



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I uttered the world renowned parental colloquialism tonight:  The "Don't come crying to me when you do-whatever-it-is-I-told-you-not-to-do-and-experience-the-consequence-I-wanted-to-help-you-avoid" expression.  Boden was playing on the steps (I'm not a fan of this newly claimed "play space") and threw a hop up and down, throw a punch towards momma, and scream type fit when I suggested he move his dump truck to the landing where it was safer.  His response was a bit dramatic, if you ask me, and after a long week at home with little sleep and without Todd to assist, I walked away from this situation to put away laundry calling out over my shoulder "Don't come crying to me when you fall down the steps, bang your melon, and break all your bones!".  I was immediately struck by my words and the familiarity of hearing them (more on the receiving end than the uttering end). 

The expression is ridiculous, right, but it certainly symbolizes the exasperation parents get when they try to pass on years of wisdom to their offspring in an effort to make their life better/easier/safer...and that good intention is met with immediate dismissal. I'll put this down in Boden's baby book.  I don't think there's a line item for this, though...surprisingly.