The Kids Are Home

The Covid-19 pandemic has resulted in our Georgia schools being closed. We live in an area that has an ample supply of kids.  The surrounding kids continue to increase in number as many of the adults near us are breeders.  There are quite a few farms and ranches in our rural mix and I suppose the adults are planning ahead regarding labor.

Our neighbors aren’t on top of us, but close enough to hear school-free children playing.  Those nearby neighbors and the pile of kids that are grandchildren provide all sorts of insight into parenting.  These whirling dirvishes, the children not the parents (although the applicability is situation dependent in association with the parents), range in age from 4 to 9. Here are a few of the vocalizations from adults trying to ride herd:

Stop it you’re going to get hurt

Stop running in the house

Put that down, it might bite you

Go get that dog

Stop hitting your brother

Leave your sister alone

Get down out of that tree before you fall

Yes, you look like a princess

Stop that or you can go outside and play

That cat is going to scratch the fire out of you

Stop that or get back inside this house

Where’s your brother

Give that back to your sister

Quit poking her in the eye

Get your fingers out of his face

Stop playing in that fire

Yes, that’s a tick – go get me the tweezers

Get that thing out of this house (your guess is as good as mine)

No hitting

No biting

Don’t pick your nose

Don’t wipe boogers on your brother

Did you cut your hair?

Where are your clothes?

Don’t stand in that chair

Take that out of your mouth

Give him back his ball

Put that stick down

Don’t throw that at him anymore

Why are you crying?

No shooting in the face (Nerf gun)

Leave those chickens alone

Don’t pick at your food –eat it

Stop bothering the dog

Granddaddy, Mom is making me do school work

Who said you could do that?

That’s not a toy

What happened to your shirt?

Where are your shoes?

Well, clean that up

Move back from the swing before it hits you (disregarding the warning, a baby tooth lost during the following mishap)

Go wash your hands

Granddaddy, do you want to race?

Lets put a band aid on that

Honey, I think your arm is broken (it was)

And so it goes.

 

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