Moms, you know those days when the discipline is non-stop and nothing is getting through? I'm thinking of the days that end with my proverbial head having fewer hairs than the number that I fixed that morning....and nap time is like an ice cold drink after a broiling hot day- sweet relief!
The other day I was getting ready for the day and I walked by Charity's room. This is what I saw:
|Yes, she's reading and singing aloud to her naked doll! Clothes? None of her dolls know what clothes are!|
|Her legs are crossed! Aw what a little lady.|