My Menace is little but she could punch anyone’s lights out. She is skinny but very strong. When she wears a dress I think, don’t be fooled by the facade, she is really a warrior. On the weekend I was trying to make her clean her bedroom.
“I don’t like this doggy,” she said, then threw her stuffed toy that looks like road kill at me.
“Mama, I’m a monkey, what are you?” she said.
“I’m a horse,” I said.
“A dead horse.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“No, actually in Chinese astrology I’m a fire horse.”
“No, you’re a dead horse, Mama.”
Most days I forget to laugh with my kids. Mothers take themselves very seriously.