Why Should I Be Surprised? She Is My Kid After All
As I did the dishes I could hear Cabbage Patch busily moving her small kid sized furniture around and each of my inquirers as to WHAT she was doing were answered with “Playing!”
After dishes were safely in the dishwasher (and not in a blazing pile on the front porch with me standing to the side roasting marshmallows as my gut instinct suggested I do) I walked into the living room to see Cabbage Patch in a ballet leotard jumping from her table to a chair with stuffed animals placed on the floor around her like her audience. I cringed and told her to STOP IT NOW.
I truly don’t understand why her father dislikes me referring to her as a crazy circus midget.