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Where Is My Mother?


Please note the child's father in the background.

There is no excuse for this kind of parenting.

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  1. Kristina P.December 23, 2009 at 12:52 PM

    Too funny!

    Merry Christmas!

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  2. My HeartDecember 23, 2009 at 1:09 PM

    That is funny. Love the expression in the bottom picture.

    Merry Christmas to you and your family...

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  3. ChiefDecember 23, 2009 at 1:16 PM

    He will probably be the most well adjusted adult on the planet in 20 years!

    Merry Christmas!

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  4. June Freaking CleaverDecember 23, 2009 at 1:18 PM

    Children are resilient...I'm so glad there's no closed circuit cameras in my home over the years, so nobody has to see my lapses in parental supervision.

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  5. LisaDecember 23, 2009 at 1:22 PM

    Funny! My little guy got a pedicure from his big sister complete with blue polish.

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  6. Us and Them Make 10!December 23, 2009 at 1:38 PM

    haha that is great! My girls will put pink clothes on my boys and clips in their hair..lol. My hubby saw it and said " oh great it's starting!"

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  7. FoursonsDecember 23, 2009 at 2:32 PM

    Hahahaha- that is great!

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  8. RiahliDecember 23, 2009 at 5:04 PM

    ha, ha, that's awesome! Too funny... I have pictures of all my boys in dresses...I keep them for black mail in the teenage years. ;)

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  9. Lisa Page RosenbergDecember 24, 2009 at 2:31 AM

    Ok but how did that skirt make it in to the house in the first place?

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  10. The JensenitesDecember 24, 2009 at 10:00 AM

    There is no excuse - it is normal.

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  11. Keep Your Sunny Side UpDecember 24, 2009 at 1:33 PM

    The pictures say it all and that is why our children grow up to have such fond memories of their Dad!

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  12. M-CatDecember 24, 2009 at 2:29 PM

    Hysterical!
    And for the record, I wish I had a camera when my second son was spotted standing on the curb out front with nothing but his big boy briefs and cowboy boots waving to all the cars passing by!

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