Big Red Truck

Last week I had put all the children in bed with a firm warning not to get up, but alas, my warning went unheeded. I had tucked BabyGirl & B.B. in no less than three times each. When I thought they had finally give up, I retreated to the bathroom to take off my nail polish and take my shower.
The door creaked open and BabyGirl peeked in.
"What are you doing out of bed again?"
"I forgot how to say 'Duh.'"
"What?!"
"I forgot how to say 'Duh,' Mom."
"Go to bed!"
"But, Mom, I forgot how to say 'Duh' like the sound the letter D makes. 'Duh?' I forgot how to say that."
"Um...you just said it 4 times! Go to bed!!"
"Can you tell me how to say "Duh," Mom?"
"BED! NOW!"

I am an unfeeling beast of a mother.

**If you're wondering about the title...A blonde's house caught on fire. She dialed 911. When asked what her emergency was she told the dispatcher her house was on fire. The dispatcher asked for her address and the blond gave it. Since the dispatcher wasn't familiar with the address, she asked the blond, "How do we get there?" "Duh! Big red truck!" In our family the two phrases are interchangeable.