did I really just say that?

I hear a frustrated scream coming from the hallway. I walk over to see who and what is the cause of the fighting. Because obviously it's a fight. It's always a fight.
"Isaiah, you can NOT shut your brother in the dryer."
I hear Chikezie chuckle from the kitchen as I realize what I just said.

And so we enter into the ever so entertaining, "did-I-really-just-say-that" stage of parenthood. 

This is bound to get interesting.

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