Yep, I'm talking about you, Little Miss See No Evil, Speak No Evil.
I know, I know, it's embarrassing that I'm always posting about you, but I just can't help it.
I have to give you something to tell your therapist someday.
And yes, I do have a point to this post, but first, one more funny pic.
Okay, now I'll move on.
So today, the last thing I wanted to do was haul my booty--and Chica's nap-deprived, cranky booty--to the grocery store. But it couldn't be helped. We just had to (wo)man up. So I turned to some helpful aides to assist us in our trip. (And by "aides" I do, in fact, mean bribes).
Exhibit A: The Icee.
For the record, I did give her the caffeine-free Strawberry Fanta version, but yes, yes, I know it's a terrible thing for a toddler. But it makes her so. dang. happy. and keeps her so. dang. occupied. So sue me. (And then, try not to smile at her happy grin at the ceiling.)
But alas, today, Mama was such a worn-down sucker, she gladly handed her beloved kiddo not just the Icee, but also...
Exhibit B: A Balloon
Stay tuned tomorrow for more tips on how not to parent.
:)
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