Baby Spice asked if she and I could color. "Well, Sure!," I replied. Now, I don't really draw very well and so I tried to stall and buy myself a little time and do what I do best....
So I began to "organize" her crayons by moving them around in the different compartments of her crayon box.
WHOA. Not good. Obviously, I should have known that they were already organized.
She then proceeded to throw a MAJOR tantrum and asked me to put them back like they were before I touched them.
Um...Ok....let's see here....this blue one was....Oh, I DON'T KNOW where the heck they were.
So after explaining to Baby Spice that her tantrum was not acceptable. I apologized for "organizing" her crayons.
Mr. Spice and I have since bought an excessive amount of stock in Prozac.....I see it in our future...
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The look on her face is PRICELESS. She's totally telling you to step off and keep your paws of her crayons. I'm scared of her right now ;)
Just wait until she finds you sneaking a peak at her diary in about 11 years...
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