You are driving me happy

We wait for the first smile, the first yawn, the first crawl, the first step, the first word only to scream at the top of our lungs to knock off all that crazy giggling, stop riverdancing in the bed, quit breakdancing on the table (break is the keyword to all my narratives these days) and stop saying things like:

1.      You are driving me happy, Mom!

2.     Can I kiss your boobs?

3.    (Discussing Desperate Housewives):

-        Who is the prettiest one, Gabbie, Bree, Susan or Lynette?

-        You! (doctor appointment, Sveta, doctor appointment)

4.         -     I’m going to throw out the garbage.
        -    Well, you can’t throw me out the garbage.

5.     You have a cute tiny big tummy.

6.     Since you aren’t taking me to the playground I am going alone to find me a mother who can behave herself.

Peace ))