You guys, I can't win. I realize that this is a futile fight. Let me lay out a little scenario from yesterday afternoon.
Maggie wanted her toenails painted..."PINK"! So, I got out the polish remover and cotton balls. I snuggled her up on my lap, while I sat on the couch. I got her toes all cleaned, and then carefully replaced the lid of the remover and set it next to me on the couch. Because she was all to interested in unscrewing it, and I didn't want THAT to happen, and I didn't want to put it on my wood table. So, I painted up her toes, she was so delightful and happy. She kept reprimanding Max, and reminding him "Not to mess up her polish." After a bit of time had passed, she got down, and was playing. Max was toodling around doing his thing, and if you MUST know, I was watching "Biggest Loser". When I began to notice a distinctly wet feeling on my butt. My thought was, what the heck is that? Oh, one of their stupid sippys has tipped (I'd completely forgotten about the rogue bottle of remover) or something. But, on checking the sippy next to me, it had NOT tipped, which in that moment brought back the memory of the bottle. I jumped up as fast as I could, and here is the honest truth..."I DID NOT SWEAR!
I held my breath, I let out a very exasperated sigh, I clenched my lips together and in my head I said S-H-I-T a LOT! But, outwardly, not even a dang it. But, obviously I was ticked. And Maggie, being ever so observant said, "What Mommy? Why you angry?" I said, "UGH, this stupid bottle of polish remover spilled all over." To which she replied, "We don't say stupid, that's not a good word." Duly noted, miss smart mouth. Anyway, I was freaking out about having a LOAD of acetone all over my couch cushion and my BUTT, and began trying to clean it up. Maggie quietly took this all in, asked again why I was upset. I told her again, I wasn't happy about the bottle spilling. To which she replied:
"That's a BIG dammit."
I said, "yep it is, but you DON'T say that word."
She said: Yeah, we don't say dammit.
I can't freaking win!!
But to counteract this news, I do have a delightful new song she "composed" today.
I was in my bathroom getting ready, while she sat at the piano and played and sang this little ditty. I was quick thinking enough to write down these gem of lyrics, because hey, this could BE something. So, for your pleasure..
"I can't believe it." (Repeated at LEAST 7 times in a row)
How much I love you (repeated another 7 times)
I need to hug you.
I need to love you (repeated 5 times)
I can't believe it (repeat 2 times)
How much I need to love you my friend
How much i need to love you my friend!
Which then morphed into her la la la'ing the abc's tune, which in turn became "how much is that doggie in the window", which finally ended at Wheels on the bus. And a final...
"I can't believe it, how much I love you."
There was some definite vibrato moments, and the piano playing was stellar!
When she was completely finished, she turned to Max and asked; "Did you like my song Maxi?" When he didn't give her an affirmative answer, she yelled to me..
"Mommy, Mommy, did you like that song?"
What waas there to say but....I LOVED THAT SONG THE MOST! It was beautiful!
She was happy.
So was I.
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