Stop eating Play-Doh off the floor.
No cartwheels in the bathtub.
We don’t swim like a mermaid in the living room.
I realize you are playing “puppy dog.” Still. Don’t lick my foot.
Pick up your long hair or you’ll fall down the stairs…again.
Why are there leaves in your lunchbox?
Yes, it’s pretty. No, I’m not sure when the purple paint will come out of your (VERY BLONDE) hair.
Stop! You may not answer the front door naked.
…and so many more things that at one point would have been strange but I’ve said so many times they don’t even phase me anymore.