Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Note to My Children

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.


13 comments:

Stacia said...

And scraping your boogers on my thighs.

Rima said...

Ha ha! If you are a napkin, then I am a wad of toilet paper!

mythoughtsonthat said...

So great! My nearly 10 year old son still has to be reminded sometimes: get a napkin, please don't use my shirt.

kurrabikid said...

Amen to that.

John Ross said...

yeah, let me know how that works out for you, aye?

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

I am going to copy this and put on my fridge.

furiousBall said...

so, you're a napkin right?

meno said...

Wonder if you could wear a sweater made of steel wool?

Not Hannah said...

Omalawsy, YES! Yes. I did a fist pump here. Gah.

colorbox said...

Ahaha! Thank you.

Magpie said...

And while you're at it, stopping smearing ketchup on your own sleeve.

Shannon said...

oh yeah - ain't it the truth!

Gina said...

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.