I don't feel the need to yell and scream and throw things when I'm upset.
Neither does my husband - football games excluded.
I think we have done a spectacular job keeping our cool during this renovation process, even when things aren't working as planned, tools go missing, fingers smashed, etc. After all, little eyes and ears are constantly around, soaking in all we do and say.
And then it happened.
The girls visited their grandparents twice in as many weeks. Each time when we have gone to pick them up we were greeted by a story in which our sweet, lovely three year old announced that someone or thing, "pissed her out."
I must admit, I found it hard not to laugh at the miswording. but this little face saying those things??
For days now when I look at her I hear Chris Carrabba singing the soundtrack to our day.
Oh, Amelia....
you smile like a saint, but you curse like a sailor...
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