Sweet Somethings No. 10

So the other day, I forget where we were going, but I was walking slightly ahead of Snook when she had to get all poignant on me. Quick disclaimer: in a few short weeks, she's starting a Pre-K program that will have her gone five days a week from 8:00-3:00! So I'm a little fragile.

S: Mommy! Wait for me!
Me: I will. I wasn't going to leave you.
S: Yeah, but Mommy, one day you will have to let me go.
Me: I know, honey. (WATERWORKS)

Sweet Somethings, No. 9

This is a little grody, but I had to share:

Snook: Mommy! I made cookie dough!
Me: Really?
Snook: Yeah. But you can't see it though because it's in my mouth.

Sweet Somethings No. 7

Bubs lost his last bite of chocolate-doughnut dessert last night as punishment for putting his feet back up on the dinner table after my parents and I told him not to. Snook was quick to take advantage of the situation. When Bubs saw her pick up his confiscated doughnut, he yelled out his new favorite word, "Mine!" To which Snook tauntingly retorted,

"Do you see your name written on it???"

Huh? Where did she hear that? When did she turn thirteen? Is she destined to be a "mean girl"? Questions I ask myself almost every day.