"Mommy, I'm having a bad hair day." (I never say that. Not sure where she learned it.)
Mama: Diva, why do you keep ripping the arms & legs off your little dollies & sprinkling them on my bed?
The Diva: Because I don't like them. So I said "No, no, no."
Mama: What are you doing? (I had just caught her looking through Daddy's pile o'newspapers)
The Diva: I'm looking at some cool toys! (Damn you, Toys 'R' Us & your Big Toy Book!)
"Mommy? I need a pogo stick. A purple one. With sparkles. So I can bounce. Up. Down. Up. Down. Like that. See? Bong. Bong. Bong."
"Mommy? Can I fly like a bird? With fur?"
"I am a good helper, Mommy!" (She tries, but yeah, not so much.)
"I love to clean up!" (Oh, how I wish that were true!)
"Oh, don't worry about my tiny little boo boos, Mommy. They will be just fine. I just need a purple bra. With sparkles." (UUMM...not sure where to go with this one...)
And so it goes...my kid says the strangest things. She can make me laugh no matter how mad I am. She can also make me so mad I think I am going to lose it! But no matter how insane she drives me, I wouldn't give up being her Mama for anything in this world!
(I must have really lost my damn mind today, because I just paid $56 for a pair of snow boots for her! They were totally cute with free overnight shipping from Zappos.com. And they are lavender. Of course! And it's Christmas...)
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Things The Diva Said...
https://damnvoicesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-diva-said.html
