The youngest is singing songs from Frozen, and substituting “poop” into the lyrics.
My favorite so far is “Do you want to build a Poop-man?”
The youngest is singing songs from Frozen, and substituting “poop” into the lyrics.
My favorite so far is “Do you want to build a Poop-man?”
My youngest gave me my Fathers Day card… which was approximately six pounds of silver glitter glued to a sheet of paper. No writing or pictures. Just silver glitter. Basically a steamrolled disco ball.
She said, “Here’s your card. Now let’s go rough house.”
And we did.
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Can I have a cookie for breakfast?”
Me: “No, I don’t think so.”
LMT: “Can I have… three?”
Me: “No!”
LMT: “Can I have… one hundred and one?”
Me: “You are either horrible at negotiating, or brilliant at it. I’m not sure yet.”