Monday, July 26, 2010

whore races

i am learning that regardless of the near-constant challenging nature of living with a three and a half year old, i also might have decided it's my favorite age so far. that being said, i hear from a lot of moms that EVERY age becomes your favorite age as it's happening, but i also get the feeling that many moms feel the need to put on a front of "i'm loving every second of this!" when most of us know that it's also possible that that's complete bullsh*t. and maybe they just neglect to include the caveat - who knows. what i do know is the love she showers on us combined with the fountain of insanely epic phrases that come out of f's mouth lately is an awesome combination of sweet and entertaining. if i mentally block out the lightning-fast mood swings and screaming assertions of independence, it really does feel like my favorite age. and the things that come out of her mouth, well, i can't write them down fast enough (though knowing she'll be our only, god knows i try). my favorite recent nugget is this one: while pretending we were in a horse race yesterday, she kept yelling - at the top of her lungs - "WHORE RACES!! MAMA, WE'RE WHORE RACING!!"

when i stopped her and said "HORSE! it's HORSE racing, f!" she said, with renewed vigor, "YES, MAMA!! WHOOOOORE RACES!!! GIDDYUP!"

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