This is the face of a professional pouter.
She has been able to pop out actual tears since the moment the good doctor shimmied her out of my lady hole.
I’m pretty sure she has ADD, but at 4, I’m pretty sure they all have ADD. (I wouldn’t know because her 5-year-old sister has been able to follow 5-step instructions from the age of 2. I’m not bragging exaggerating.)
She is unpredictable.
She is hilarious. She TRIES to make us laugh, and we genuinely do.
She can throw a tantrum like Johnny Weir throws a triple-toe-loop-triple-salchow wearing fur skating to Lady Gaga.
It’s mind-boggling.
This face.
I’m used to the pout and her ploys, though I still see her beauty and cuteness.
But that doesn’t mean I’m giving her candy for breakfast or a pony for her birthday.
That’s what grandmas are for.





















