It's the sass, the attitude, all the backtalk. It's like an endless episode of toddlers and tiaras.
I can't debate like a high powered attorney at 7 am. I just can't.
Then the sass. That mouth she has on her. It's like looking in a mirror. I'm all sass and sarcasm, and she got that gene. I back talk the Hubbs all the time, so why wouldn't she. She is following my example. I have no one to blame, but myself. Seriously? I'm the mom, right? I should be able to do as I do, right? Well not exactly.
|This is her first day of school outfit.|
She picked it out.
My mom reminds me that I was exactly the same. I wanted to dress myself. I had the details down to a T. Is it any wonder, my mini me demands the same. A good friend reminded me that this is what we all want as moms. A child that can express themselves. Can have and form an opinion. A child that has an imagination that runs wild. So I try. I try to encourage all the great outfits, and let me tell you some of them are killer.
|She got this for Christmas.|
Look at the fingerless gloves.
She loves this!
She want to wear this to Target.
So we will start over tomorrow.
But today. Deep breath in... Breathe.
I even asked her today, "Did I pick up the right kid from school?".
Well hows that for an example in sassy sarcasm?