Truth hurts....

Presley and I were resting on my bed today and an infomercial came on. It was the one with the wet/dry straight iron..the one that can turn your hair from "frizz to fabulous". Surely you all have seen it. It's truly amazing!! (tongue in cheek, of course)

Well, anyway...Presley looks over at me with those striking blue eyes...the eyes that don't miss a beat, the eyes that say "i know i'm four, but i'm smarter than you"...you know, those eyes. You have heard many a story about her comments and sayings, ones that are beyond believable coming from a 4 year old. In fact, many of the stories came straight from her then 3 year old mouth.

Okay, so we are on the same page. You get it.

Well, Presley begins to study me intently for a second and begins to speak.

P: Mommy, you could REALLY use that thingy on t.v.

Me: Darlin, I have a flat iron already....remember? The one that I always tell you not to touch because it's hot?

P: Yes, but Mommy, your flat iron doesn't work. You need that one...that one right there. (pointing the the t.v.)

Me: You don't like my hair???

P: No, it's terrible.

Me: Terrible??? Let me get this straight...You think Mommy's hair is bad?

P: Yes, Mommy. Yes! That's what I am saying. It looks like a rat's hair sometimes. I just really don't like it.

Me: Wow...and who do you think has pretty hair?

P: Well, me. Everyone says so, Mommy. Don't you ever listen?

Yes. This is what she said....word for excruciating word.

I thought today that I may start carrying around a small tape recorder in my pocket. The things that come out of this precious baby's mouth....you just would not believe. I have a hard time believing them myself.


I love that brutally honest girl...with all my heart. She puts a smile on my face, despite her "yet to be tamed" little tongue. We're working on it, though. Slowly, but surely.

a potent conditioning treatment is in my near future,

Jill