On having a daughter
Leta: "Mom, I love to read."
Me: "I know, Leta. I think that's awesome."
Leta: "My friend Hannah can't read."
Me: "It's okay that she can't read, Leta. Not all five-year-olds can read."
Leta: "No, she can't read because she's tall."
Me: "Oh, really? That's how it works?"
Leta: "She's tall, and I want to be tall and you never let me be tall!"
Me: "Whoa, hold on there."
Leta: "IT'S NOT FAIR! I JUST WANT TO BE TALL!"
Me: "Leta, I married the tallest one I could find. I DID MY PART."
Leta: "YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING!"
Me: "And have you seen my brother? He's six-foot-four! I've given you nothing BUT tall."
Leta: "WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BE TALL?!"
Me: "Are we seriously having this conversation?"
Leta: "ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE TALL!"
Me: "Aren't you supposed to be busy throwing rocks at windows? Isn't that what most kids your age are doing? HERE, TAKE THIS PERMANENT MARKER. GO WRITE ON THE WALLS."
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Heather talks about Valentine's Day on today's Momversation.
- I know zero about sports, but my entire heart is screaming, "Go Saints! Go Saints!" I am a stereotypical woman. TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE, JON!
- Marlo has a tooth! So says the blood that she drew when she grabbed my hand and tried to gnaw off my thumb!
- Leta won't eat her birthday cake. I guess we should have made it out of chicken nuggets and iced it with refried beans.
