My mom hates pigtails on adults, or even teenagers for that matter. I love them, they give me a freedom to just be crazy. And they get my hair out of my face, and I like that the most.
Dar was actually the best one out of the bunch today, when we were at church, and everywhere else we went, she was really something else. Somedays, she transforms from this sweet girl to some treacherous beast with 4 extra arms and a tail. When she turns 3, those arms will retract, and she will be sweet again, thank goodness it is only a year long.
Cassie, however, was so angry that we left her in the nursery that she cried till her face was red, and threw herself down, rolling around the floor. Then she fell asleep there, in the middle of the nursery, still sniffling every once in a while in her sleep. The nursery workers didn't want to move her at all, so they left her. Josh was in the 4th/5th graders anyways, and kept peeking in the mirror-like window.
My advice: Make sure you know what crazy feels like before you have kids. Good thing I had those freedom pigtails in today.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment