Darla's Mom

Darla is asking about life and death and who is going to kill us.

The best I could do is explain to her that we all belong in Heaven and coming to LIFE as we know it is similar to her belonging at home but going to day care.

Omg. I hate the smell of fruit and we are in my small car and she is eating a banana.

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Especially when a "professional nanny" talks to me like I can’t parent correctly.

Does my child play outside?
Really?

My children are smarter than I am.
Jackie has always been politely and silently smug.

Darla is a pip and a problem.

She just turned 4 years old and already I’ve had months of:

"Say yes. I’m going to ask a question. You say yes. Yes, mommy."

Last night I heard.
"Mudder, she need a talk. You sit down" -she pats chair.
"Can you say ‘bed time’? Say it. Buh, buh, bed. Now say ‘time’. Tie, tie, timmmmmme.’

I obliged and said "Bed time"

"Good Mommy, that was good. Now say "Darla has No Bed Time", okay? I want to hear you say it!

Pouty kiss face makes me laugh every time.

And the 4 year old visit

The chocolate truffle container makes a good palette for paint.

No one ever mistakes my hands for their own.
Go figure.
Yes, I painted a little.