“Mom! Do we have to keep your bra on the kitchen counter?”
“Yes.” Where would Princess like it to be? Too bad.
Do not give me ammo, child. Have you learned nothing as my disciple? Never give me ammo.
Filing this away…
I teach fitness dance classes. I love jamming out to cool new songs and making up dances.
My older three girls used to stare at me during class and try to dance just like me.
And now…I turn on “Wild Things” by Alessia Cara, and why the heck do I ask for their input…
Me–Does this move look cool for the chorus?
<me dancing, dancing>
Audrey–Ummm…it looks like you think you’re cool…
And I will get you back.
I see Audrey sitting on the couch Facetiming her friend. My eyes narrow, joyous mischief ignites my soul.
“AUDREY ARE YOU DONE POOPING YET?!! AUDREY!!”
She fumbles around almost dropping her phone and “accidentally” hangs up on her friend.
Maybe you should ask Santa for a new mom.
Now who’s cool? Right.