Have I mentioned I have two short people? I do. The are the most amazing, incredible, short people ever. Seriously. Great senses of humor, smart, cute as all get out. Watching them learn about the world and guiding them on their journey is one of my most fulfilling experiences.
But I'm not so wrapped up in the little darlings that I think they do no wrong. Some times the wrongs are just so incredibly funny, you'd have to be made of stone not to let out even a giggle.
S is 3, hilariously, adorably 3. Tiny for her age, people always remark how sweet & delicate & precious she is. Man, does she have them fooled. In reality, S is a pistol in a tutu & denim. On the surface, she's sweet. Dig a little deeper & she's as tough as the jeans she wears. But she doesn't stop there. Oh no...she's quick to tell you how she feels & heaven help you is you tick her off.
Case in point. S received a couple "My Little Ponies" for her birthday. You know those plastic horses with long hair & little accessories to adorn said hair. We all know that those tiny plastic barrettes are really just legos in disguise, waiting for an bare adult foot to come into view. But I digress...
S loves those ponies & when she saw one of her aunts admiring one a little too closely, she saw red. Snatching it out of dear old Auntie's hand with a cry of "Das MINE!", S was quickly asked to apologize. "I so sowwy, Auntie. Dat wasn't nice of me." That should have been the end, but it was far from over. She watched me silently out of the corner of her eye, & as soon as I was out of earshot, she made her move. Sidling up to her Auntie, she whispered, "But don't evah, evah, touch my pony again!"
And that, my friends, is just one reason why you should never judge a girl by her tutu...
