An introduction to my daughter Rya. She's 3 going on 30. I'm pretty sure that she rules the house - even though the hubby and I think we do. She's beautiful and incredibly bright. Which in my world means lots of laughs over some of the stuff that leaves her mouth.
The conversation started like this on the ride home today...
Rya: "Mother, I want a pet in my room."
Me: "A pet? What kind of pet?"
Rya: "A hamster or guinea pig..."
Me: "Rya, I don't think you're old enough to take care of a pet all by yourself yet."
Rya: "But I can get tissue paper and help it poop!"
So - in a matter of seconds we went from a conversation about pets...to poop. Ahhh...gotta love 3 year olds.
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