This morning, my darling dear Emily, ya know, the sick one ... walked past the window on her way downstairs to assume her position on the couch. She might only be six years old, but has figured out that moaning and groaning on the sofa is much more effective than doing so up in her bedroom ... where I can't hear her.
Because we all know her main goal in life is to irritate the hell out of me.
And let me tell ya, when Emily sets a goal for herself ... she does everything in her power to reach that goal. I'm just sayin'.
Anyway, as she looked out the window she gasped and flaunted her biggest smile. The one she reserves only for the good stuff. "Oh Mommy!! Look!!! The grass has frosting on it!"
I think it's obvious she was going through "sugar withdrawal" ... since she's been sick and hadn't had a fix in 3 days!?
So I gave her candy for breakfast.
