Signs of a bad day

“Do you love Daddy?”


“Do you love Bossy?”


“Do you love Mommy?”



Also, during a temper tantrum caused by me suggesting she *gasp* wear shoes, Eirinn head butted me in the mouth.  The newly-crown-toothed, worth-as-much-as-a-used-car mouth.  Luckily none fell out.  I now have a red lip.

Hopefully by the end of the day I can think of a Friday Five because I want to keep them positive and it’s hard to be cheery with a sore lip and a bruised ego.


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