Category Archives: Rules Mama Never Told Me I’d Need To Make

You’d think that with the youngest Progeny reaching 16 (within a week) and 13, I’d be done with this series.  You haven’t met my children. New Rule: No.  Just no.  You may NOT answer the telephone with “Joe’s Morgue. You stab ’em, we slab ’em!”  I know it’s hard to believe, but this does not […]

Two of my children brought ‘don’t play with your food to a whole new level, and so we had to invent this rule on the spot a few years ago at dinner: “Don’t use your crawdad carcass from dinner as a finger puppet at the table. No, we don’t want to see you make the […]

“No. No. NO. No, you may certainly NOT sit on the garage and plink your airsoft weapons at Jenny’s swain when he comes in the drivway to see Jenny after two weeks of backpacking on a remote island.”  “But Mom,” says the 13 year old boy.  “He’s dating my sister.  I have some rights here!” […]

No, do NOT tell the three year old that your brother is a pinata and if the 3 year old hits him, candy will come out. If you want to see our other rules Mama never told me I’d need to make, click on the label at the bottom of this post.