My Mini Me…

Sometimes I joke that I must be a walking recessive gene pool because The Princess is so much like Hubby – even traits that I have, that should be dominant (such as brown eyes) are not. She is a blue eyed wonder, just like her daddy (and just like Pumpkin, as well… go figure). There are days, however, when The Princess opens her mouth, and out comes my words, and I think, By golly. That really is my kid! Today was one of those days.

Sleep deprived from being up all night with ear pain (Hubby is on his way home from taking her to the doctor’s, by the way – it’s an ear infection), she was surveying the living room with her hands on her hips and a pout on her face. The Princess started picking things up from the floor, mostly blankets, and chucking them onto the big easy chair in the living room. Throughout her efforts, she was muttering:

“Why do I have to pick up everything myself? Every where I look in this room, all I see is crap!”

Um, yeah. That would have been me. I had to stifle my giggles, and say to her, “Honey, ‘crap’ is a word for mommies and daddies to use, and not for kids, okay?” She looked at me, resumed huffing and picking up things and said, “Okay, I don’t understand why everyone has to put their stuff all over my living room!”

Somedays, she is SO my daughter.

About sarah

Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.


  1. The other day I over heard Baby Girl say, “I’m so tired of dealing with this crap!” Maybe it’s a first born daughter thing… in all other ways she’s her father’s daughter.

  2. It’s still one of my daughter’s favorite words! (Oh, and she’s 31!)

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