“Now that they’re asleep we can have some quiet time.”
“The baby won’t stop crying.”
“No no, I’m pretty sure his/her first word was dad.”
“Are you kidding me? There first word was mum.”
“I didn’t spend 9 hours in labour for you to get out of making dinner just because you have a headache!”
“Don’t forget to pick the kids up from school!”
“I’m off to the shops, make sure the children don’t break anything while I’m gone.”
“Can’t we just get a babysitter and rent a hotel for the night?”
“We need to talk, I think (insert name) is having trouble at school…”
“I’m warning you, it’s her first break up, if you go in their without a tub of icecream it’s your fault if you don’t make it out alive.”
“Can you feel it kicking?”
“They’re so sweet when they’re asleep.”
“They take after you with that temper.”
“Please tell me you didn’t tell him/her it was okay to hit the other children?”
“It’s okay, we’re in A&E because he/she jumped off the climbing frame. He/She’s got a sprained ankle by the doctor said it’s fine.”
“Well what did you think was going to happen if you let her/him watch scary films before bed?”
“She/He’s going to be taller than you in a few years.”
“Sometime’s it’s scary how much you two look alike.”
“It’s okay, I made a deal. No sweets until the house is spotless.”
“I don’t know if I’m proud that they listened to us and didn’t throw a house party whilst we were gone, or worried that they didn’t something much worse.”
“Your child thought it was a good idea to graffiti the side of the house.”
“We need to figure out what’s the secret present he/she asked santa for…”
“Those use to be my boobies…”
“She said I’m the worst mother ever.”
“He said he hates me.”
“You’d think that all these years raising kids with each other would make us a little more mature…”
“If they break curfew again we’re just going to have to embarrass them.”
“Talk to her/him. She/He’ll listen to you.”
“I love you more and more everyday, and I’ll even treat you if you take the 4am feeding shift.”