Its hard to be nice

Says my 3 going on 14 daughter who has been the moodiest thing I've ever dealt with.

Its harrrrd to be nice! (Whiniest voice you can come up with.)

No kidding.

So, we're in Jacob's room and I'm changing one his more pungent and ample offerings and giving the majority of my concentration to this task. Annika says, while laying on her back and making dirty carpet angels:

"Mommy, iwana tiep witu."

"What?"

"I wanna ride with you."

"Ride with me where?"

"No, I wanna type with you!"

"Type with me?"

"NO! MOMMY I WANT TO DIE WITH YOU!!!!"

silence

"You want to die with me?"

"Yes and go live with Jesus."

huh.

"Can I die with you and go live with Jesus today?"

"No, we're going to the Dollar Store with Aunt Megan"

"Ok. I'll get my shoes."