Oy My Kid..

My kid... My kid needs to learn to shut her mouth. Today is just ONE instance of when we are out and she opens that big ol thing and shares WAY too much with people. Not friends or family who know she's not quite normal.. But cashiers and strangers. Todays little diddy was "On Saturday mommy beat our dog because the dog was being naughty and then this morning she was going to hit her on the head with the broom to play whack a  mole." Ummm Yes, cashier we've never met, please go ahead and call the police please. Because WOW.

Thanks kid. The dog had a momentary lapse where she thought SHE was more dominate and needed reminding so I was reminding her she was submissive. There was NO beating. *sigh* You can't have a 90 pound mastiff running around playing king of the world and busting through things and she was trying to. We had to have a chat about what "beating" really was. She STILL didn't understand so I pulled up some VERY very very tame pictures of mildly abused dogs and used those as examples of what a dog who HAD been beaten might look like. I explained the theory that the cashier COULD (but realistically wouldn't) call the police should she be so inclined, but should that ever happen we would just show them around because we really haven't done anything wrong. AND we retalked about our rules of who we should and should not be talking to, because clearly the first 5 times did not sink in fully.