Do you guys remember a while back when Molly did this?
Well, she did it again.
And I was wondering, is being a bratty, conceited, stuck up, bee-otch (sorry, can't bring myself to call my daughter that) not-so-nice girl, learned behavior or something that she could have just been born with? I am praying it's the latter, because I am pretty confident that I'm NOT that way. Really.
Here is what happened ...
Emily was outside riding the scooter that I told her she wasn't big enough to ride, but she rode it anyway, because no one ever listens to me. Needless to say, she wipes out, hurts her leg and suddenly finds herself in the kitchen crying at my feet. I am not at all embarrassed to say that "I TOLD YOU SO!" escaped from my lips more than once. Ya know ... because I'm mature like that.
Then Molly enters the room and sees her sister crying. Being the over dramatic little gal that she is, she falls to the floor to sit by her sister, "Oh Emily! Did you get hurt?"
Emily nodded with her bottom lip protruding as far outward as humanly possible and tears still spilling from her eyes.
Molly reached out and rubbed Emily's cheek. "Ooohhhh, did you hurt your face?"
"No." Emily replied.
Molly's nose crinkled and her mouth formed a small snarl, "Then why does your face look like that?"
Isn't she sweet?
