Have I ever mentioned Macy's like me? Yeah well incase you forgot, SHE IS ... only magnified times a hundred! I'm embarassed to say I'm by nature a perfectionist. While I've reluctantly learned to modify my tendencies to be Bree Van de Camp apparently they've managed to spill over into my offspring. Surprise, right? Ha.
Little Miss Priss couldn't staaaaand to be wrong so she pulled a lil switch-er-roo with words, check it out:
A: "What was the best part of your day at school today?"
M: "When I had to come inside."
A: "Come inside?? Like from recess?? That can't be fun!! Did you have to miss some of your
recess?" (said with a what'chu-talkin'-bout-willis type scowl)
M: "Yeah, but just 5 minutes because I didn't finish my journal work." (like this made it better?)
A: "Ohhhh, what'dya write about?"
M: "Playin' outside at the park. Well, not today. I meant yesterday."
A: (I gave a puzzled look because I'm tellin' ya folks ... this child did NOT go to the park. Not
today, not yesterday and not the day before. There was no park visit! haha)
M: "Well, I played in the backyard. I just didn't know how to spell backyard so I said park." (and
smiled like it was just fine).
Backyard ... park ... backyard ... park ... same thing, right? I swear, if this girl doesn't work in sales, marketing or PR I don't know what she'll do.
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