How do I know this? Let me explain.
God has a sense of humor because he gives people children who are the opposite of them.
Take my son, Little Dude. I love him dearly and most days I wouldn't trade him for anything. He can be sweet as pie, but when he's not? Well, let's just say there isn't a day that goes buy where I don't mutter the phrase
"You're working my last nerve!"
Apparently God thought I needed more than one last nerve as well!
You might think I'm just annoyed with my boy because I bitched about him yesterday. Well, it's not all about him. The humor just keeps on keepin on.
GG, my precious GG. She's my little fashioista. Most moms would rave over having a girl they could dress up. I could have cared less about that stuff as a kid. In other words, I'm not sure what to do when she tries to match every accessory right down to her socks!
GG is also 9. 9 is such a lovely age. She's not a teen and I'm not sure if she's classified as a preteen yet (if she is, than hush, I don't want to know!). But the attitude of a teen is starting to creep in. And the stomping of the feet. And the slamming of doors. Sometimes I think I hear my mom laughing, but really, it's God. In case you didn't know, karma is a sub category of God's sense of humor.
Perhaps I should have been more behaved.
Until next time....