She names her poop before flushing it down the toilet. When she grows up, she wants to be a teacher or the boss. She loves to dance, play hide and seek, and hang out with the "big girls." But three-year-old Gracie recently discovered that she's not quite ready for the pickles that feel like fire on their way in and out.
Her mother discovered it too when she walked away from Gracie's bed holding green-spotted sheets as far away from her body as possible. "No more spicy pickles."
Gracie followed a few steps behind with the green spots on her shirt and agreed, "No more spicy pickles."
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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ROFL!! She sounds so like my almost-three-year-old, but I can just *see* this parade of sheets and toddler and spicy-pickle-mess. Brilliant.
A spicy-pickle mess of a parade...now that's brilliant.
Now just for the record...The very next day Ms.G asks for a hot and spicy pickle for her snack. She could have short term memory loss. Perhaps she shares my intense love for the pickles? Or maybe she's just a glutton for punishment. I'd go with the latter. ~Pickles Rule~
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