I just realized this title follows my blog about my phobia of chimps, and while the pun was unintentional, it's not without merit. My 4 year old daughter is sandwiched between two boys, and she is the light in our family. She's loving and adorable and unbearably funny. Just now her older brother was mixing an "experiment" that looked completely gross. So K says, "Collin's vulgar. He made vomit." Well said, Little One! The offhanded remarks she makes throughout the day keep me with a constant supply of amusing facebook statuses. Like her take on the new dress I wore to church last week. She told me, "You should NOT wear that! It makes you look married!" I guess I'll keep that in mind if I go out trolling for guys and try not to wear that dress.
Brutally honest also describes her. Just ask the sitter who was talking with K tonight about her necklace. When the sitter told her it was special and asked K if she liked it, my little monkey's response was, "no, there's nothing shiny on it." I could write a War and Peace-sized book on her obsession with all things sparkly and how I have to add rhinestones to her plain shirts just so she'll wear them.
Sometimes...she's just plain unbearable. In the store not long ago she loudly told me the lady in front of us was wearing ugly shoes, and once she asked if a person walking past us was a man or woman because she couldn't tell. There's just no graceful recovery from that kind of embarrassment.
Her sparkle and joy mixed with drama and difficulty make her a beautiful handful, and I think we'll keep her and pray that she grows into a blessed gem...who knows when to shush!
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