- At what point did I stop fighting sleep (Abby), and begin seeing it as a "treat" for good behavior?
- Why can't moms and daughters have a more equal distribution of energy? (Under the current system things seems rather weighted in the daughter's favor.)
- At what point did I stop thinking that wearing a striped shirt and a flowered skirt, at the same time, is the hight of fashion?
- When did my imagination stop working, and cause me to see a tower of Legos as a tower of Legos, instead of a birthday cake with a candle on the top like Abby did?
- When did I stop pretending to be a dog in my spare time?
- When did I lose the creative power that allowed me to make snow angels on a seventy-five degree day in the middle of the living room floor?
- When did I stop being fascinated by watching a dog eat his dinner?
- When did picking up my toys stop being something that could reduce me to tears?
- When did "No" stop being my most hated word?
- When did a sip of water stop being the cure all for everything from a dark scary room to a sore toe?
Some days I would love to trade places with Abby, because as you can see from the above questions, she has way more fun! Today would have been one of those days!
| Even though this wasn't taken today, I thought it was appropriate, since it displays her wonderful sense of style. This was what she wore on a recent shopping trip. |
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