Dear Missy Hoohaw,
I know you don't understand this yet, but when you sneak out of bed, I can hear you. You're not exactly stealthy yet, honey. And when you run back and jump into bed? I can totally see you. Also, you're not fooling me by shutting your eyes, opening them and sitting up to stretch. Not even when you fake-yawn and say, "That was a good rest, mama."
Mommy's not laughing at you. I promise. I'm just laughing near you. And dreading your teen years.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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3 comments:
Oh boy! You are in for one heck of a ride!!
P.S. I have no doubt that you WILL prevail with Missy Hoohaw, however!
Ah...kids. This morning, Cakes opened my bedroom door and crawled in on her hands and knees. She thought I was asleep, but I was watching her with one eye open. She crawled very carefully along the floor, over to my nightstand, and her little hand reached up to gingerly take my glasses, which were sitting on top of the alarm clock (she likes to wear them for dress-up).
I said "What are you doing!" in a very loud, booming voice, and I swear she almost hit the ceiling. She really thought she was going to get away with it. Little thief.
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