"Mooooooooooooooooom!"
I hear this blood curdling scream this morning from her room and I rush to see what's the matter. I'm sure she's twisted her ankle walking around in those new red heels, that she bought with her own money because I refused to buy them. Or stubbed her toe, or sliced her finger off. Something major had to have happened with that sort of scream for sure.
"What's going on babe? Are you okay?"
"No Mom. I'm not okay. I just don't know what to do. Should I wear my socks up or socks down?"
I've created a monster.
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