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Cause For Concern?

 I have a two-year-old on my hands who can say a few dozen words, which I think is pretty standard for this age, but the amount of sass with which she speaks seems well beyond her years.  I get that kids are sponges, but I'm not sure where she is picking up her tone.  It leaves me wondering which wind-up toy needs to go in the trash!  

Please, tell me I don't sound like this.  I might sound like this.  Shoot.  Houston...  

"Hey, Sis, can I help you with that?"

"No-uh!" is the response I'm routinely given. 

Or my other favorite when I'm trying to do something for her, "(s)top, (s)top it!" 

Her brothers get screamed at if they aren't playing her way.  

Her sister, who just wants to give her loves, gets a verbal lashing as well.  (In all fairness, I might have the same response if I'd been bitten by her sister as many times as she has.)

And her dad gets lots of dirty looks, which are hilarious now, but in ten years...oh boy.   

Don't let her pretty mouth and shy persona fool you.  She is as feisty as they come and has zero tolerance for nonsense.  We are going to need to get our ducks in a row quick.  

I was not prepared to raise girls.  I played with dolls and glitter and stickers when I was young, but then I discovered the great outdoors and sports.  I didn't make time for things like make-up or fashion...hold that thought.  I'm taking a sidebar here.  

What in the ever-living-name-of-fashion is going on right now with women's clothing?!  Seriously, what is this style I'm seeing???  Like, modern hobo?  Or homelesschic? I'm so confused by this trend!  I saw a very fashion forward twenty-something at church today and did a double take.  Did she come here in her pajamas?!   I mean, come one, come all, but what ARE you WEARING?!   I know I'm about a decade and a half behind the times, but I don't get it.  

I did confront the panty-line issue recently, so props to me there.  Although, these underwear that aren't supposed to show lines.  I mean, come on.  You know how they do it?  I'll tell you how.  About two steps into my day, and they were gone.  

Gone?

Yes, sweet cheeks, gone.  I ate them.  In reverse.  

I vote we bring back pantaloons.  We can wear them under our church pajamas.  

I forgot where I was going with this.  

In summary: Our girl is a sassafrass, I hope they both like dirt, and I'm never letting them date.  The end.  


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