Jack sighed loudly, stomped down the hall and informed me that he is 10 and he knows to wash his hands thankyouverymuch.
He went on to say, Mom, when you die, your gravestone is going to read: Soap & Water!
And, Jake, chimed in, Sit Properly So The Seatbelt Can Do It's Job!
or, Jack added, I don't work for you!
Don't forget, Will you do it for a dollar?
and finally - Your feet smell like a**! (oh yeah, I've said that - often)
I cut them off after that last one, but now I want to know, what's on your tombstone?