Gaby. Here's a girl who has quite a reputation for herself already.
On Tuesday Gaby went to Joy School. Lunch box and backpack in hand. The kids don't "need" backpacks, but Gaby is usually insistent on taking at least one or ten precious items with her to school.
Carrie (Joy School mom of the week) called around lunch time and said, "Do you know what Gaby brought in her bag today?"
"Do I dare ask?"
During Joy School she talked about how she's really good at making other kids feel better when they are hurt.
Yep, in her little bag o' tricks a large bottle of TUMS and band-aids. Luckily, she only shared a few TUMS with her BFF Josie (age almost 4), who weighs maybe 25 pounds. No calls to poison control necessary...
TUESDAY's backpack & THURSDAY's lunchbox
When Joy School day arrived on Thursday, I said absolutely no backpack for Joy School today. She was quite agreeable (* * WARNING * *). When she got home from JS, Carrie was laughing because Gaby had smuggled tape, so she could "fix" things. I take that to mean fix the things she breaks.
Or tape herself up when she wants to try and restrain herself?
Next night while cleaning up the basement, I find one of Gaby's backpacks in the dress up. Normally this would stay buried in dress up for weeks or months. I opened it up to find about 6 slices of bread stuffed in a Ziploc (and band-aids)
Earlier that day, I heard her screaming for help in the basement. Typically, this means she's in need of some assistance with the TV. It took me awhile to find her stuck at point A...
B. handprints from her paint job the previous week (mom's project left unattended)
C. red nail polish from her self manicure (also on Lydia's brand new PBK bean bag)
This was all from the week when Jerry was in Florida and I was about to sell her on eBay.
3 comments:
What a SPUNK!! I am totally cracking up!
LOVE LOVE LOVE.
So you gotta wonder just how many people have attempted, or would LIKE to attempt, to sell their children on ebay. All of mine have faced that possibility once or three hundred times. So it can't just be you and me, right? Perhaps "desire to sell one's own offspring" could be added to the expansive list of things that qualify us for ugly momness...
I keep telling you people, craigslist is the way to go for selling children. I was writing the ad in my head while Hudson was having a complete breakdown in Michael's today, but then some old witchy lady came over and tried to get in his face and actually told him he was being a brat while I was trying (at 37 weeks prego with an already 8 lb. baby and my currently cherubic toddler in the cart wondering what his brother was freaking out about) to give him a time out in a corner of the store. Instead Mama Bear came out to play and the whole store could hear what I thought of her presumptuous behavior. I swear there was clapping as I shouted her out the door...
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