No. The straps of Mommy's flipflops are not the breakfast of champions.
No. You may not pull up on the potted plant, spill the Aqua Globe, and throw the dirt out on the floor (six times!!!).
No. It is not a good idea to pull on Mommy's step ladder because it will probably come crashing down on you.
No. You may not eat Mommy's gift certificate for a mani/pedi.
No. You may not go bare with poo still clinging to your bum around the house because you don't want to put on a clean diaper.
No. You may not rip the covers of Mommy's nice coffee table books (Memaw warned me this one was coming).
No. It is not helpful to grab and wad the clean clothes from the stack as quickly as I can fold them.
No. You may not eat Pearl's food out of her bowl.
No. You may not scratch Mommy's cheeks, neck, nose, eyelids, or any other part of her that you manage to grab.
No. You may not unplug the DSL router while Mommy is trying to update your blog.
Yes. Cry if you must, but you are going to take a nap now.
Yes. Today, is the first day that Mommy wished she was back at work rather than arm-wrestling a whining miniature version of herself.
Yes. I love you, baby girl, but I am so thankful that we are going to a wine dinner tonight with the Bons and Honeycutts.
No. You may not come too.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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