Where Enthusiasm Gets Scary

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My youngest helped me make dinner tonight. I started to wisk the eggs, but she got all excited that she wanted to do it. "ME ME ME ME, Mommy, I DO IT !"

Sure honey, you can do it! Here you go, here's the wisk, here's how you do it. Good girl!

"GOODY GOODY GOODY! I GET TO KILL THE BABY CHICKS."

She is truly terrifying.

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Comments

Viv said…
Bwahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! Together mine and yours could take over the world.
15 January, 2010 05:50
Sandy said…
Oh my gosh! I laughed out loud on this one...reminded me so much of my youngest. She is now 33 and no longer kills the baby chicks but she is still occasionally terrifying (and the light of my life).
16 January, 2010 08:52
Princess Jewelee said…
As the above mentioned "youngest" of Sandy, this post also serves to remind me of my youngest (and only....lol). He is his mother's son.
16 January, 2010 08:55
And I'll Raise You 5 said…
Sandy and Crown Princess -- I am very much relieved that she reminds you of each of your youngests! You mean, shes's -- gasp! -- normal??

Viv, this is why they should never, ever meet. WE should, but they? Never.

HM: Yup. Yikes.
16 January, 2010 08:59
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