My seven year old is sassy today, oh my. Here's a few snippets of our morning conversations:
Grace: "Everyone says I'm your favorite, but I know I'm not."
Me: "I don't have a favorite child, you are all my favorites."
Grace: "I knew it, you don't like me. You tell me NO all the time."
Grace: "That's it! I am going to take my picture, and post it on Craig's List. My ad will say, "Free Little Girl".
(After reading stories for 20 minutes.)
Me: "Do you want me to tell you the story of the day you were born."
Grace: "I already know it."
Me: Oh, so you know how the day you were born we went to the zoo?
Then we looked through all the cages and picked you.
Grace: That's it! I knew it! I knew I was adopted, and Sherri's my real mom.
That little girl of mine, she is a spit fire. One minute she's sweet and snugly, the next she's feisty with attitude.
Blessings to you and yours!