If you poke me one more time with that screwdriver, you are going in time out.

Your brother's foot does not bend that way.

DON'T YOU DARE (click) lock me in the basement again.

I can't bribe you to pull weeds but you can't seem to leave the damn tomato plants alone.

You can't run down the street in a diaper in 50 degree weather. 

Stop putting your fingers in your brother's ear (or mouth, or nose, or eyes).

Get down from the top of that cabinet right now.

Why is there a gallon of milk in your bedroom?

Stop drinking the bath water after you have peed.

Come to think of it, just stop drinking the bath water.

You would think that 5 1/2 hours with a tube down your throat would be a reminder that "NO, vitamins are NOT CANDY."

Yes, that is a toy, but it's Mom's toy.  Now get OUT of my dresser.

Your nose is running.  It's not "Broken."

Stop eating the salt.

Pipe down, Chachi.  I was asking Dad what he wants for dinner, not you.  Everyone knows your vote will be for hot dogs.

You're not hugging me because you love me.  You just want to wipe your boogers all over my shirt.  Knock it off.

Stop trying to ride the dog like he's a horse.

No, you cannot paint the floor with the oil-based latex paint and there is no amount of crying that is going to change my mind.  Now gimme that paint brush back. 

Why do you have to tell Dad I was swearing?  You don't think that when you are talking about how you fell when you tried to climb down from the changing table that Dad is going to figure out that I wasn't telling you a story about "Jesus" when it happened?