I am raising a brat. Or should I say, "we" are raising a brat. Shoot, I'm not taking full responsibility when Big Daddy plays just a big a part, if not bigger, than me.
Saturday afternoon, we were returning from our first of two days at Jake's baseball tournament. Due to rain, wind and cooler temperatures, everyone was wiped out. Emily had a permanent scowl on her face for the majority of the ride home, which eventually ended up being replaced by a frown. Molly, being the sweet sister she is tried to console her ...
"Emily? What's wrong? Are you sad because I'm so much prettier than you are?"
NOT KIDDING! Those are the words that came out of her mouth. I would like to say that I couldn't believe she said that ... but I live with her.
