Who would ever think that any mischief could possibly lie behind that sweet face?
That is until today happened. Within an hour of waking up, Cara had painted the wall purple, smothered her brother with a stuffed bear, and called the trash can a bitch.
Can we pause here for a moment? Number one, what did the trash can do to warrant such verbal attack, and number two, where on Earth did she learn this word?? And why did I have such a hard time NOT LAUGHING as I tried to explain that "we don't say that word."
I might have been a teensy bit glad to let her go to school and play with her friends today, especially because it seems that my sweet fairy returned. Who knows who we'll get tomorrow!