I knew that one day my blog would bite me back.

Written by OHmommy

Sunday, 14 June 2009 18:00

The Feenster, at 28 months old, has officially entered the terrible twos stage. ~~Ten months ago~~. ~~Okay, eleven months ago~~ She's now fiercely independent, stubbornly refuses any help and everything is hers.

"Dat mine, Mama."

"Really?"

"Yesh."

"That pony is yours?"

"Yesh. Dat mine, Mama."

"That brown one in the field?"

"Yesh. Dat mine."

"The $40,000 blue ribbon show horse is yours, Fifi?"

"Yesh, Mama. Dat mine pony."

"The one that cost $500 a month to board, is yours?"

"Dat mines. Mama."

"It's yours?'

"Yesh."

Really?"

"Yesh. I take it my home."

I did vow to buy her a slightly used pony before. She can't possibly be reading my blog during her nap time. Right? She's only two and I thought I had at least a couple of years before the kids would take any interest in my online writing gig.

I should start making things up from now on. Dearest Lola. Today you promised me that you would never roll your eyes at me, as a teenager. Dearest Jay. Yesterday you said you didn't want a car on your 16th birthday because you love riding buses.

Heh. I'm on to you kiddos.

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