Not Even a Little Bit Interesting

I could write about my latest foray into Loony Loon OCD Land, where I am the Queen of all things Obsessive AND Compulsive. I could casually mention that I WIN I WIN I WIN SHE STAYED IN HER BED TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW I WIN I WIN I WIN. Or, I could talk about how the Girl Scouts of America should rename themselves the Pansy Scouts of America. However, it's Friday night. On Friday nights, in case you haven't noticed, I suck. I poof into a lazy blogger who can hardly muster an entire paragraph, let alone write about anything even remotely interesting. So, in keeping with the status quo, I bring you a painfully boring video of my dear child singing a little KC and the Sunshine Band. Enjoy.

The Line Has Officially Been Crossed

The Toddler Talks, I Laugh

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Me: Why are you licking your toes?
Toddler (while thrusting feet into my face): You want some?

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Toddler: I want to sleep with Dora.

(She was referring to sleeping in her bed that is currently oozing fluffy Dora goodness in the form of sheets, pillowcases, and blankets. Even though I know that, it still cracked me up.)

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Mommy (as we were driving through a thick cloud of Eau de Skunk): Alexis, do you smell the skunk?

Toddler: No, french fries.

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Alexis (at 4:00 am, after literally bumping into me in the hallway): I go to bed.

(I smell victory coming around the corner. If I can just get complete cooperation from all the troops to stand our ground, we'll be there soon.)

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Toddler (upon realizing that Mr. Husband was driving the truck in front of us as we were on our way to drop it off for repairs): Hi, Daddy!

Me: He can't hear you, honey.

Toddler (yelling): HI, DADDY! HEAR ME?

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