Sassy Molassy

The Culprit

     My seven year old is sassy today, oh my.  Here's a few snippets of our morning conversations:

Conversation #1

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."

Me:  "Grace"

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".

Conversation #2

(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!