I love my daughter. Really. Even when she smashes strawberries in the floor, pours my conditioner all over the coffee table or dumps body powder over the dogs – yes that was a terrible mess… there is still pink powder on my pit bull.
Here is an image to perfectly put into perspective of what having a little one is like.
Having a child is not for the faint of heart. They are messy, sticky, always picking their noses and at three are already learning to roll their eyes. Geesh, is she three or thirteen????
Speaking of boogers, I noticed something the other day. Seems to be a trend among drivers who believe because they are in their vehicle they are magically invisible: nose picking. This is more prevalent than cell phone usage or smoking. I’ve observed this for some time now as I sit in back patio garden often. Sad thing is about this garden paradise (haha, right) is there is a busy road not 15 feet away. All nose pickers. All of them. A finger up the nose more often than my three-year old. I see you!!
Okay, now I’ve got to go bathe my pink pit bull.