Monday, May 13, 2013

Does this mean I've lost all control?

Libby to me: "Mom, I'm about to go poop and I'm gonna need you to wipe my bum when I'm done."

Me: "Ok Libby. Let me know when you are ready."

Libby (while pointing her finger at me): "Mom, I don't want to have to call your name more than once when I'm done going poop. When I call your name, you come."

End of conversation. Chew on that one for awhile, k?

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Tracey's bookshelf: read

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
The Girl Who Played with Fire
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
My Sister's Keeper
Nineteen Minutes
The Pact
The Tenth Circle
Change of Heart
Keeping Faith
Handle with Care
House Rules
More Than It Hurts You
Amy and Isabelle
A Prayer for Owen Meany
A Widow for One Year
The 158-Pound Marriage
To the Lighthouse
Between the Acts
A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas
The Help

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