Its in the way that you use it.

I have this four year old. Every time I look at her I either wanna rip my uterus out and stomp on it, or else make her a playmate in a stead fast sorta way.

Now I am all for taking it out and stomping on it, because hell, me and kids blend about as well as polyester and humidity.

But there is something with this kid..

I swear to God she doesn't shut her trap from the time she awakens till the time she lays her head to sleep...

It is ...nonstop.all.day.long.

I ask her to button her lips all the time, because frankly, I cant hear myself not think.

Her lips literally run 200 miles per minute.

momma, guess what...

momma, can I

Momma, lets..

Momma look...

Momma I'm hungry..

Momma potty

Momma this is...

yadda yadda...

I swear I cant take it..

I was so much looking forward to the fall when she would be partaking in Kindergarten, but since she is not quite ready yet, she will be by my side running her trap for one more year..

Then one of the cats scratched her wrist, I mean there is a tiny mark there, I'm sure under a microscope there might be broken skin, whose to say..

But I musts heard 30 times today how badly she needed a band-aide.

because...its bweedin

its not bleeding damn it..

Bless her soul on her brothers birthday she went into her room to get him a present..she grabs toys she doesn't want and has me wrap them for him..

She does this all the time...for every occasion she thinks a gift is required, she recycles her shit..

she is an envoirmentalist.

She gave him this Easter puppet she got a couple years ago...its a duck..

I'm sure he appreciated that...

See she has heart, how can u not want to make another one of those.....

I mean, that's cuteness that makes my uterus make a baby all on its own, kinda like those flowers that breed themselves.

Then she runs her mouth again...

and its back to stomping the baby maker.


Then she tells me my shirt makes me look pretty and the baby maker is back in business.

Then she gets a wad of toothpaste all over the bathroom mirror..

and its all over once again..

Then she looks at me with her big brown eyes and informs me that she likes it when I feed her.

she sorta makes it sound like its a hit or miss kinda thing...

I'm getting to old for this, I either neither to stomp on it, or use it..Its kinda like having good china but always using paper plates...

But you also need to know when to pass your dishes down to the next generation..because you can keep USING your nice China just because you have it.