Why....
- does she crush up the egg shells in the sink and rub the goo all over?
- does she squirt half a tube of toothpaste all over the sink and rub it in?
- does she eat the blue ice packs you put in coolers?
- does she sing, "ooh, baby. ooh, baby. Oh, yeah!" in the grocery store?
- does she only wear one shoe to the pool?
- does she only make it half way to the pool on her bike and then want me to carry her and the bike (and the pool bag, towels and inner tube) the rest of the way?
- does she think whoopie cushions are hilarious -- saying she's going to do a "booty sit"?
- does she chew up apples and spit them out before swallowing?
- does she insist Barbie also get sunscreen on before she goes to the pool?
- does she see our favorite check out woman at Target and say, "Miss Maria! I wuv her. I wuv you, Miss Maria"?
- is she so darn cute....particularly after a bath with those blonde curls hanging down in her face?
Sometimes it's so hard not to be irritated all day long.
And then she looks at me and smiles and says, "I wuv you, Momma" and instantly the frustration melts....at least until I discover the next mess.
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