Snark Attack
The other day my sweet daughter asked me, “So how old are you anyway, 52?”
I had to laugh. “No, I’m 25!” (She gets the numbers mixed around, it was clearly not because I look 52. ‘Cause I don’t, thankyouverymuch.)
She went back to playing, and I went back to wrapping Cousin Shoog’s birthday present, and then in a snarky/casual voice (think Rocky Balboa), she goes:
“So uh, ‘Twenty Five,’” (surely she wasn’t mocking me for the way I indignantly corrected her on my age??) “Ya need any help over there??”
4 = whole new level of SNARK.
Here's a photo from our mini session in Marion on Saturday. Look at that sweet snarky baby!!!
2 comments:
At 4, "25" IS "52" to her...no matter your age, you will always be ancient...at least until she is out of her teens :)
I don't know about you but, I am VERY afraid of the teen years! Grace is pretty darn sassy at 3 and I wonder if it's any indication of what 13 is going to be like ;) How are you guys doing?
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