This was in the morning. So of course, I didn't let anyone have a soda that early in the day. And even though coca-cola cans look exactly alike, and even though it does not matter which one you get, my 5th born child decided that one particular can was definitely hers. She wanted a label on hers while the cans chilled in the fridge. She brought me a very small slip of paper and instructed me to write the following on it:
"No one drink this soda, because it's Tallulah's and if you drink it, then after I take it back and drink it I will hit you in the head with it."She knows how to protect her own.
And no, she doesn't get that violent streak from me. I am a peace-loving person. And I don't even like soda.
I don't know where she gets it. I don't know why she calls people stuck in traffic "suck-ahs" as we comfortably pass them from the carpool lane. I don't know why she asks her sisters questions like: "Do you want the passcode to my butt?" I don't know why she screams like a chimpanzee whenever anyone is saying something she doesn't want to hear.
But I do know, without a doubt, that this is one joyful, free, confident, irrepressible kid.
And I know I'm willing to put up with a lot in exchange for a joyful, free, confident, irrepressible kid.
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