Another: Note to Self

Dearest adorable, witty, fabulastic self:

When sitting upon the toilet, it will be in your best interest to take a precursory swipe of T.P across the seat. You know...just in case someone "sprinkled" when they tinkled.

Also, just so you are aware...Tiny Girl has you wrapped around her little finger. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but anytime she asks for something, it goes a little like this:

T.G, "Sirsty?"

You, "Oh, do you want some pop?"

T.G., "Pop!"

You, "What do you say?"

T.G., "P'ease?"

You, "Can I have a kiss?"

And then T.G. plants a big, sloppy wet one on your face, and promptly gets whatever it is she is wanting.

You see, every request of that little peanut is met by a request of yours..."what do you say" and "can I have a kiss"...and I'm just here to tell ya, "this can't go on forever".

Consider this fair warning that the stakes will rise, and before you know it, it'll be,


T.G. "Yo, ma...can I, like, have a new Mercedes?"

You (in your best mommy voice), "What do you say?"

She, "Puh-lease, mom."

You, "Can I have a kiss?"

And she may or may not plant a big, sloppy wet one on your face this time.

Consider yourself warned.


All my love,