Yesterday I went into the girls' rooms to declutter while they were safely tucked away at school. Far away from interfering with the task at hand.
And would you look at what I found . . . Stinkerbell's note stash. It's basically an organizing bin stuffed with scraps of paper and cards that she has written to people, but never sent.
A diary of sorts for a five-year old.
Since I'm a snoopy Mom, I read every last one of them. Hey, I didn't know about this secret place and it was quite a hoot to discover it.
She's telling someone else to be nice? That's a little ironic. She's like her Mama, other people tell us to be nice, we don't tell them.
Wait a minute . . . what is THAT?!
Oh dear. Happy Moms Don't Scream? I don't know where she gets this from? Oh, I mean frum.
I don't know about you, but I'm always cool as a cucumber.
Hmmm, is it because I'm always threatening that my head is going to pop off and spin around the room if she doesn't start listening to me? I must ponder this.